Claiming to know is an emotional enterprise. It has little (or nothing) to do with knowing.
Alistair Danning, An Anecdotal History of Radicalism.
“Dot com you say? Gee, that sounds interesting.” Archibald was engaging in that sneering, mocking thing again.
Grayling Stott, An Inventory of Characters.
Ads are just movies. Mercifully short movies.
Malcolm Scrivener, The Reclining of the West.
“Leave my shallowness alone,” says the citizen.
“OK,” says the mass media.
Rollo Marquardt, Dwelling in the Cupcake World.
All things are odd. It is just a matter of looking at them.
Jackson Currothers III, The View From the Cauldron.
Not being able to stand looking at her. Not being able to stand listening to her. These are significant stumbling blocks to the appreciation of Meryl Streep, actor.
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
Dreams differ dramatically from the conscious world. But they are more constrained—more limited—than that world.
Lawrence Rittle, The Fundamentals of Confusion.
“Gullible” and “stupid” are words that have been shriveled to nothing by the internet.
Theodore Gilcoyne, Ten Paths to Erasure.
Comfort is the enemy. How do we defeat comfort?
Algernon Webb, A Speculative Autobiography.
“Honestly,” said the actress.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
