Under the title were these words: Ink Jet Print on Archival Paper. And what do those words mean? That we will never be rid of the item.
Archer Sturtevant, What’s Happening Now.
Indeed, they seem somewhat silly when they specify pure mathematics and when they make claims about elegance.
Paul Michael Dowling, The Behaviours of Proof.
“Gag me with a spoon.” (Moon Zappa)
Marley Grayshott, The Giants of Popular Culture.
“Jack did tell the truth, Lizzie. He told the truth by telling a lie. Anyway, that’s how he put it.”
Tyler Bardwell, Heading West.
Some sharks are friendly.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Q: How many cicadas does it take to drown out the world?
A: One.
Quincy Boothe, Questions and Answers.
“I know you won’t believe me, Anne, but I have come to the conclusion that nothing ever goes wrong.”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
Hanging by his toe,
Pecked at by a crow,
This the happy fate, sir,
Of the “leader,” oh!
Patrick Malmsey, Collected Poems.
“I expected this missive to be a long one, Jack. But here I am ending it.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters from Mr. Palindrome.
We believe that we are able to think clearly—to think straight, so to speak. But we are simply wrong about that.
Lance Brookland, Walking the Plank.
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