dennis scharnberg

Mr. Cowling’s policy was to avoid explanation.  At all cost.

Jeremy Malking, The Anechoic Chamber: Stories.

Perhaps the abhorrence of bloodshed is a prejudice.

Tate LaBianca, Four and Twenty Blackbirds.

Ideas are forced.  They are artificialities.  They are often ridiculous.  At a certain level, we hate our ideas.

Hill Boothby, The Dazzling Realm of Almost.

Kellen believed that he could attain the admiration that he so desperately coveted—and attain it more quickly—if he were to write short stories rather than novels.

Charles Jeffrey Yett,  Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.

Virtue is concerned with what one does when nobody is watching.  The rest is nothing but theater.

Tyrone Sommer, Circling the Drain.

The newsletter from the art museum—in so few sentences—managed to invoke every major stupid idea of our day.  It was, Simon thought, quite spectacular actually.

Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.

The Latin inflection “ia” came showering down in inexplicable glory….

Algernon Webb, A Speculative Autobiography.

The acid-test for actors is sincerity.  If you can fake that successfully, you’re in.

Nigel Swarbrick, A Bootful of Nails.

“If you could find it covered in the New York Times Food section, then it was worth eating.”

Allison Terew, The Shining Shifting Things.

“A contradiction is found,” laughed Devlin.  “Now everything must change.”

Michael Margate,  The Shadow Path.