“One sentence follows another!” proclaimed Andrew, whose enthusiasm for Tristram Shandy has no bound.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
We cannot make ourselves humble. If one is not humble already, then humility is ruled out.
Thomas Bedlam, Jackdaws and the Problem of Speech.
“No, Jennifer,” said Malcolm. “By all means. Have all the emptiness you want.”
Miles Everett Mander, Hard-Won Tales.
People know beforehand what they are going to think about things. Unless that thing is cataclysm.
Hunter Hogarth, Raised by Wolves.
One thing about the “surreal”—it never resembles the products of Surrealism.
P. J. Cahoon, The History of Crime.
“In the penultimate volume, a certain comedic turmoil was evident.” When it comes to Tristram Shandy, Oliver chooses his words so carefully.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
We rapidly approach the day when a young man might say: Well, I’m not much perhaps, but at least I don’t have a university degree.
Evelyn Harbuckle, The Signs of Belonging.
“Social” is a social construct. And the infinite regress is a form of redemption.
Hill Boothby, The Dazzling Realm of Almost.
“But, surely,” insisted Penny, “people attend film school in order to find out about the world.”
Trent Bendix, Patricia Knows Best.
“A professional writer, writing. How perfectly awful.” Harry’s thoughts were dismal on a shining summer day.
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
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