Kristin boasts of being on the right side of history. Of course, this reduces “history” to something like a board game.
Rollo Marquardt, Dwelling in the Cupcake World.
“Well of course I don’t know. I can’t know. There is no way I could know.” And there you have it. George’s inability to know. Laid bare.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
“This is the twenty-first century, Linda. We don’t have time for the truth. We barely have time to admire ourselves for having the proper feelings.”
Ruth Ledgerwood, Death by Logic.
Where have we arrived when the last one who remembers is gone?
Hecuba Gathers, A Purely Physical World.
The old Marxist pitch: God doesn’t exist, but “history” does. Be obedient to history.
Ellis Nobodaddy, The Theory of Ice.
Then there is the dreadful case of Desmond Tartessos, about whom it was said that he knew a pretty lie when he saw one.
Palmer Dove, The Edwardian Moment.
We are not punished when we are wrong, but when we are right.
Daniel Brasso, The Infinite Regress.
It’s not that people are insipid that gets to me. It’s that they are so shameless in pretending not to be insipid.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
“Can we create a secret language?” A better question: Can we avoid it?
Bertrand Stayne, Styles of Pretense.
The decision to be an individual leads to what? To nothing. Certainly not to individuality.
Mills Verbruggen, The Isle of Dogs.
