“I don’t think I can do this, Jeremy.”
“Of course you can. Lying is fun, Jane. You’ll see.”
Flavia Gringarten, A Picture Holds Me Captive.
“…a relentless nasty feces-flinging attack on anyone who even looks like he believes in something. By vile hateful cowards.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters From Mr. Palindrome.
“Pointing and laughing, Jerry, is a powerful tool. The combination, you see.”
Chadwyck Graves, Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.
“No, Sergeant. Kevin was a relentless vegan. He would seek forgiveness from the asparagus on his plate!”
Hilary Fewkes, The Banality Killings.
“Deceivers want to be found out,” Trumbull insisted. “It’s an established principle of criminal investigation.”
Clive Ennis, The Case of the Broken Handle.
“That’s how I look at things, Patricia. In terms of perfection.”
Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.
The awful screeching of the
seabirds
Stirreth him not, sir.
On this morrow, never.
William Southey, A Captain’s Fancie. (1612)
Priscilla Fanning, Fragments From the Jacobean Stage.
Her head movements while speaking provided evidence that Brenda did care.
Leighton Johns, My Uncle Toby.
It is too easy for us to forget what a miserable thing advertising is.
Roger Sensabaugh, A Short History of Boredom.
The internet means the ruination of all. Not just of this and that.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
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