“Tell me, Lieutenant, why does the doubter pretend that his doubt is not a decision?”
Clive Ennis, The Case of the Broken Handle.
Joyce did not open the door (to further development of the art of fiction). By no means. With Finnegans Wake, Joyce closed the door. Or denied the door. Smugly, I would guess.
Hill Boothby, The Dazzling Realm of Almost.
Jack sat toiling away at his latest book—one nasty paragraph after another.
Darko Rivenbark, Snapshots.
March 21, 2009. A list of things worth doing:
—give a satisfactory account of yourself
—believe three impossible things before breakfast
—pull yourself together
—read a novel perfectly
—listen closely to cicadas
—address a litter of photographs
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
If you’re doing only one thing, you are doing nothing.
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
“It’s either art or it is cupcakes.” Such baffling remarks were just the thing that endeared Logan to his several friends.
Griffin Poindexter, Particle Swarm Theory: More Short Stories.
“Screenplay alert! Oh, I do say it: screenplay alert!” Why did Harry watch the TV at all? Why did he bother to watch?
Grayling Scott, An Inventory of Characters.
“Fortunately,” chimed Gwendolyn, “science tells us that we are the most intelligent human beings who ever lived.”
Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.
“Oh, I am sorry!” said Dalton without an ounce of sincerity. “I’ve introduced an unpleasant thought, into the Goody Garden.”
Devona Twilly, Shallowness, a Novel.
An assortment of titles for short stories:
—The Undistinguished Hedonism of Annabeth Troost
—The Purloined Pills
—Do You Disavow?
—The Attention of the World
—The Unpaid Bill
—Devoured by Beasts
—Yearning for Exile
—William Anticipates the Consequences
—A Woman in a Mulberry Tree
—The Disappointed Actress
—Hildegard Is Drunk Again
Tessa Fielding and Constance Gogarty, A Book of Lists.
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