It is now time to consider that, in this culture, “wasting [my] time” is an accomplishment. A positive achievement.
Addison West, The Ontology of Destruction.
The “creativity of the artist”. Of all the modernist dreams that you dwell in, can’t you at least wake from that one?
Lila Lawyer, Letters to My Daughter.
“There are no facts. They do not exist.” Oh, but is that a fact? Of course, it is a crucial question.
Raymond Sapulpa, Circus Giganticus.
I would notice everything. Everything. All things visual, olfactory, tactile, aural. Smudges, perfumes, shrieks, rough edges. Everything. Yes, if I were a taxi driver, I would make a point of noticing.
Roger Penberthy, A Non-Newtonian Unpleasantness.
Today’s artists love modernity (modernism, postmodernism,…). They all love it night and day. Their chief fear is this: That if they were to stop loving it—for even one second—it would all come tumbling down.
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
It is not what school you attended. It’s what schooling you can forget.
Hampton Fancher, Variations on the Red Barn Con.
“I want to be looked at,” declared Alex. “I want to be an actor. An actor or a model.”
Grayling Scott, An Inventory of Characters.
Please read these words. And as you read them, think back to other words you have read. Think of all the words that you have ever read. And think of how strange—how otherworldly—it is to “read” words.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
The received wisdom today: A sentence is a form of rubbish.
Lawrence Rittle, The Fundamentals of Confusion.
I have adopted the quiet approach. The polite approach. But if I were to take on a different attitude—for example, laughing in their faces—how would I stop? How would I ever stop the laughing?
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
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