“Actors have arrived from Europe” was the phrase. And Lydia soon found herself correcting it to “Twisted nasty lying creeps have arrived from Europe.” She thought to herself: “There, that’s better.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
“Perhaps he was having a bad day, Inspector. That does count, doesn’t it, in a case of homicide?”
Kiefer Sythe, The Detective Club.
“Wittgenstein was about half right on the matter. Just eradicate the philosophers, Thomas. Get rid of them and you will have solved the problem.”
Hildebrand Slough, The Perfect List.
“It seems there is always a logical explanation that proves you are not actually lying or actually stealing. How can a person live like that, Daniel?”
Brooks Westerby, Squaresville.
“Larry’s been talking to machines again,” moaned Linda. “He shouldn’t do that. It shouldn’t be done.”
Brooks Westerby, Squaresville.
“Observing the way the world is. That has become a new form of crime, son. Simply noticing what is what.”
Lance Brookland, Walking the Plank.
“There are plenty who’ll lie, old boy. But that little actress friend of yours? She wants to lie. Always. She is yearning to lie.”
Lance Brookland, Walking the Plank.
“The key to Zen?” asked Gwen. “That would be gin.”
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
“Getting things done might well be illusion, my dear Maitland. But it still matters.”
Hildebrand Slough, The Perfect List.
Whore today, goon tomorrow.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
