For 20th century architecture, there is the word “horrible.” For 21st century architecture, we have no word.
Alex Twist, A Primer of Posturing.
Nature is not what is “plausible.”
Godfrey Daniel, Inspecting the Time Domain.
What we call “reason”—that gift from the Enlightenment—is actually self-hatred.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
For the liar, an oath is just another lie.
Royce Michaels, The Kingdom of Ice.
“I do very much wish to be admired,” confessed Nigel. “There! I have said it.”
Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.
“…because she is afraid that, thereby, she will lose everything. But what Jessica really fears is that this everything is actually nothing.”
Corinna Sparks, Turning to Stone.
What Trevor really wanted—what he yearned for—was a candidate who promised to eradicate all the pretty lies.
Miles Everett Mander, Hard-Won Tales.
“And why would he need a reason for regarding himself as the center of the world?”
Will Hewes, Little To Do.
“Science,” whispered Nigel, “is a secular form of magic that must be trusted completely or it might stop working.”
Trent Bendix, Grieving for Margaret.
For the third time, Stanton referred derisively to “that collection of platitudes that they regard as reality.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
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