Everything appears to be solid, and decades seem to last so long. But these institutions all round us have the lifetime of mayflies.
Winston Joyce, Rational Agent Theory.
The sky, or some substantial portion of it, was falling….
Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.
“Lies we go for with enthusiasm,” said Grimshawe. “Anything but the truth, old thing. Give us lies!”
Silas Burbage, The Adventurous Half-Life of Buddy Boyo.
The trespasser explained to the police that he couldn’t tell that the sign actually meant what it said simply from reading it.
Burdyce Goode, Philosophy of Vegetables.
“Most dreams are bungled,” said Mr. Palmer. “That we are sleeping does not absolve us.”
Will Davies, She Would If She Could.
“Please,” urged Ludwig, “do not use my questions as answers.“
Roone Giddings, An Arrangement of Particles.
“When hedgehogs are nipping at your feet, here is what to do….” And that’s the sort of thing that Alex would say in those days, sometimes in an officious voice and sometimes in a sing-song manner.
Burdyce Goode, Philosophy of Vegetables.
Sophistication never seems to worry that it might be shallow.
Nigel Swarbrick, A Bootful of Nails.
“They will free all the words to flutter away,” insisted Theodore, “and then they will put the boot to us all.”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
Reshape your body.
Terence Theodore, Proverbs for a New Era.
