“Katie never tired of being obvious,” complained Mr. Matheson. “At least, I saw no signs of tiring.”
Virgil Simms, The Case of the Frivolous Factotum.
Does the insect know what it sounds like? What does it sound like?
Clifford Parkening, How the Moon Doth Sway.
Novelist: a person who craves the admiration of others.
Clive Winslow, A Crustacean’s Dictionary.
Corbin dreamed of becoming what he called “a reasonable member of the general community.” Nothing less would do.
Buster Kelso, Crimes Against Music.
November 17, 2010. Try as I might, I couldn’t get around the phrase “images broken unto the ground.” Today was dominated by those words.
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
Once accused, denial is proof of guilt. And, of course, admission is also proof of guilt.
Winslow Crabb, A More Satisfactory World.
…[Terrazi] said of polyphony that once you start looking into it, it becomes vast.
Keenan Mulvaney, The Continued Existence of All Things.
We used to look at the photographs. Now, the photographs look at us.
Anthony Falfurrias, A Shiny Piece of Thought.
Hylas: What will shatter the one who would repair the world?
Philonous: Unintended consequences.
Cedric Plumm, Calpurnia’s Dream and Other Essays.
Whatever his shortcomings, Roger is most generous with that smirk of his.
Carla Marks, The Murder Matter.
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