“They dwell in a cradle,” said Mr. Cowlishaw. “They know nothing at all of premodern life. And do not wish to know.”
Lawrence Bird, Make It So.
What would I ever do without the assistance of psychologists? What would there be to do?
Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.
I ink, therefore I alm.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
It is not that the mirror lies, it’s that mirrors are opaque.
Nigel Swoone, Old Theories of Time.
Marcus had formulated an opinion concerning “certainty.” And he was eager to share it with all acquaintances.
Gareth Spence, She Braved All.
I have no interest in being “right.” In the sense of courting agreement. I harbor no illusions concerning agreement.
Axel Porphyrie, Doing Without Knowing.
Desiring grace means that you do not have it. Cannot?
Alice Trinculo, Speaking to Sparrows.
Someone—who was it?—wrote of the “tragedy” of mechanical systems.
Titus Musgrave, Carthago Delenda Est.
“Everything is past,” said Holmes. “The future holds nothing.”
Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.
Helen decided that she had no more to say concerning Andrew’s delusions of adequacy.
Trent Bendix, Patricia Knows Best.
