“Be the first to stop applauding!” From the first time he heard himself say them aloud, Howard just knew that he would find a new motto in those words. Somehow, some way.
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
“You should understand, Eleanor, that geology is the study of rocks.” Well, actually, Eleanor does know that, and she does not care. What Eleanor needs to know is: What does the study of rocks feel like?
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
“But who—or what—determines what is visible and what is invisible?” Vanessa was speaking to herself, softly. And she thought that she already knew the answer.
Gladys Huizinga, Hard-Luck Dennis.
“There are so many noises. Types, I mean. An infinity of noises? Is that going too far?” Jenny could sit in her chair for hours, just puzzling things out.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
Slowly at first. And, then, suddenly it is gone.
Edward O. Mounce, A Portable Darkness.
It is a nebulous world in so many ways. But this much, at least, is clear: We need more novels, more movies, more TV.
Octavius Kinder, A Sustainable Unhappiness.
October 7, 2012. Spent the day noticing things. Paying attention to the way things are in the post-Truth world.
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
“Yes, Marilyn, he does want to force them to change. But he is a good person. Therefore, he wishes to force them in a nice way.”
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
Is there a mental bias that makes a person too inclined to accept the existence of biases? Does it merit formal recognition?
Hampton Fancher, Variations on the Red Barn Con.
“They can say what they want about me,” grumbled George. “But it would be difficult to maintain that I was ever human.”
Roger Penberthy, A Non-Newtonian Unpleasantness.
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