“I was thinking about buying a used Vespa,” admitted Nigel. “It’s a big step, I know.”
Grayling Stott, An Inventory of Characters.
The corpse presented a telling sneer, now more or less permanent. It reminded me of one of my former friends. A leftist. From the old days.
Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.
Modernism leans too heavily on the notion that being difficult—e.g., difficult to like—is evidence of substance.
Connor Eastwicke, Fear of the Orthogonal.
Bela Lugosi: The strangest vowels; new and wholly unexpected consonants; and stone physical stillness.
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
“Strawberry fields forever. Really? Give me a break, will you? Just a small one.” Gareth just did not like the Beatles. He tried so hard. But no.
Grayling Stott, An Inventory of Characters.
How does one get off the runaway train? You do not get off. You stay onboard the train, and listen to the reassuring voices.
Virgil Simms, The Case of the Frivolous Factotum.
The degree of wonderfulness: The ratio of how wonderful something was to how wonderful it might have been.
Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.
675. One purpose of theory is to obscure facts.
Trevor Martens, A Great Many Gratuitous Remarks.
We cannot examine our intellect, because it is what we have. It is our means of examining.
Jack Blassing, The Kinetics of Architecture.
The quality of text is plummeting. Before our very eyes. We are living in that day.
Travis Hilliard, Pattern Identification.
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