A fact of twenty-first century life: You cannot escape actors and models (of all ages). How did we accumulate so many of them?
Desmond W. Foote, More Pedestrian Observations.
“My goal,” declared Rodney, “is to appear to be authentic.”
Sebastian Sleeve, The Random Walk and Other Tales.
If Winston can’t be admired—and admired widely—then he just doesn’t care anymore.
Christine Rubb, The Awful Puzzle.
It was increasingly evident that I had offended Owen. By existing.
Trent Bendix, Grieving for Margaret.
“The actor gave the utmost effort,” declared Millicent. “And we were all deeply moved.”
Diana Moone, Living Well.
Being subjected to rock music and not being able to escape. That is what he dreads.
Christine Rubb, The Awful Puzzle.
One thing to remember about the “social media”: they are not social. When participating in social media, there is no one looking at you. There is no one speaking to you. There is no one around you.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
Deconstructionism is the “long march” through the “institution” of language.
Gardner Stuyvesant, The Trauma of Materialism.
Get past all the blithering sentimentalism about animals, and contemplate what a cheetah does to a live gazelle. That is cruelty.
Jonathan Biggs, The Way of Insects.
Saying is believing.
Terence Theodore, Proverbs for a New Era.
dennis scharnberg 