The Marxists never—never—change their stripes. They just find a different way to lie.
Morton Kinsella, Avatars of the Golden Hare.
“Henceforth, I shall forgo use of the following words: portal, cursor, widget, menu, gravitar, google, attachment, dropdown, hashtag, autofill,….” In diary entries, Lawrence sometimes implies that the Internet is an annoying imposition.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
We have essentially provided everyone with a pocket-sized digital camera. Photographs in the tens of billions. The cold, hideous death of the image. Unbearable.
Thomas Dendritikos, Making Decisions.
“The Marxist utopian perfection on this Earth?” asked Evans. “If it ever were produced, it would be simply awful. Inescapable awfulness.”
Burdyce Goode, Wonderful With Dogs.
18. Thermodynamics will never let you down.
Trevor Martens, A Great Many Gratuitous Remarks.
“I did it! I did it!” whispered Janet, dramatically. “Well, was it as sticky and nasty as they say?” wondered Allen, almost aloud.
Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.
Providing an alibi for him also provides an alibi for oneself. One of the Laws of Homicide.
Allison Cowling, The Night of the Detective.
What distinguishes human behavior from that of animals: not knowing what to do.
Garland W. Kiester, Tune, Turn, Drop.
When the mass media appeared—first movies, then radio, TV, internet—the capability to supply distractions also appeared. As that capability grew, so did the appetite of the citizen. Appetite evolved into need. And the internet can be seen as an almost infinite array of fleeting amusements to satisfy that need. The result is that, today, a person’s life is largely a sequence of these distractions.
Clifford Albertus, Long-Term Storage.
Year: All of a sudden, it is wretched spring again.
W. Karl Bavinger, The Misanthrope’s Way With Words.
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