“Henceforth, I shall fear only those matters that are worthy of fear.” Quentin was now all set and ready to roll.
Grayling Stott, An Inventory of Characters.
He liked things, of course. But he hated liking them.
Maxine Davis and Douglas Pallisard, A History of the Movement.
The boundary separating fiction from nonfiction cannot be delineated once and for all.
Ellis Nobodaddy, The Theory of Ice.
A fragment:
—And your name, sir?
—Bill. Bill Williams. I’m the actor.
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
Here is a haunting thought: that the robots we construct (including computers) can only ever be robots. Not very exciting, is it?
Jonathan Arness, More Sing-Song Science.
It is beginning—and only beginning—to appear as though the information technology experts are not very smart. It seems impossible.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
There was a (relatively) big bang. The universe was created. It began to accelerate. And so forth.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
dictate or ship
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
We must remind ourselves continually of just how crucial naming is (and renaming). Nomenclature is a form of magic.
Hildegard Spengler, Asymptotic Processes in History.
Genuine guilt is individual. It is personal. Attributing guilt on a collective (or historical) level is a sort of game. This marks the shift from morals to aesthetics.
Benjamin Alexis, Thriving Under the Influence.
