What Neal Cassady actually did in the now, now, now was talk, talk, talk. Aside from having sex, sex, sex.
Marley Grayshott, Giants of Popular Culture.
…those lovely seaside girls. Their skirts swelling in the breeze. And the screeching of the seabirds.
Michael Wayne Hammer, The Mystery of the Murmuring Maiden.
“Well, of course, words do come easy. They sort of sputter about. And drift along. They don’t add up to much.” Curtis seemed to be rehearsing again. But for what? For what?
Tyler Boots, Pedestrians Unite!
The world has a right not to be photographed.
Burton L. Stepjohn, My New Way with Words.
Water droplets hung on the bare branches. As if they belonged there. They never seemed to fall.
Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.
Clarissa and Thomas spent entire afternoons sharing nuggets of wisdom from contemporary Feminism.
Anderson Culpis, Rex and Rhonda—A Short Novel.
Arguments are circular. Just give them a chance to show it.
Rollo Marquardt, Dwelling in the Cupcake World.
“I don’t even sleep anymore. Because I am just too concerned.” Raymond hoped that this sort of statement would be just the way to impress the young Marxists at his school.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
“Your shortcomings are obvious!” Dexter was scolding the birds again.
Grayling Scott, An Inventory of Characters.
Progressivism: centers on the notion that society is an adventure in creativity.
W. Karl Bavinger, The Misanthrope’s Way With Words.
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