dennis scharnberg

All things are impossible.

Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.

His answer was that it is impossible to explain. That you simply have to “see” it—or “grasp” it—immediately. That if you could do this, your question would vanish quietly.

Porter Oakes, The Alabaster Box.

Unlike the other boys of College House, Edward’s goal in life was to be unemployable.

Chase Tipton, Enjoying Prison Pizza.

That morning, Jamison smelt—rather too much, I thought—of petunias.

Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.

And she had those sensuous lips. The lips that David Bowie always dreamed of having. But never did have.

Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.

Similarity is the lie.

Evan Amberol, A Theology of History.

“He’s a bad guy, silly. Just take a look at him. He is smirking. Just like a thief.”

James Finial, The Misadventures of Caroline.

“Listen to the music, Frank. It’s all around us. Just listen to it, and it will tell all.”

Edward Valerian, The Empire Is Maintained.

I caught a glimpse of her yesterday at work, just staring at me with that scowl on her face. I could almost read her mind: “There’s that stupid Dennis over there, in one of his stupid pullovers.” I decided—quite correctly, I think—to leave it alone.

Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.