“I want a show of hands,” said Elaine. “I need to know whether I am considered to be wonderful. I’m tired of guessing.”
Priscilla Onkers, All About Edward.
“I am a fool, yes. But how big a fool? How big?” Jason sought assistance in the realm of scale.
Griffin Poindexter, Particle Swarm Theory: More Stories.
I dwell in the postmodern world. I can claim truth for any proposition I state. Whom do I thank for such a fine and pleasant realm?
Weldon Watson, The Brotherhood of the Briar.
“I might not like what I am doing at the moment. But I would defend unto death my right to do it.” Dillon felt confident, at first, that he had said something significant. Later, upon reflection, he wasn’t quite sure.
Andrew Culp, Rex and Rhonda—A Short Novel.
“I found myself wanting to want. That was the crux of my day. Wanting to want all manner of things.” And with that, Alec had made another trim and informative entry in his Diary.
Everson Dwight, Theory of Machines.
It’s what I might have said that really matters. What I actually say means nothing. Nothing at all.
Sydney Salters, Horse Eats Hat.
“Isn’t that what we are all here for?” demanded Mr. Unwin. “To do things well?”
Jane Chetwynde, The Have-Not Faradays.
“I haven’t the bloody time that God gave a goose!” Harry was inventing colorful expressions. And he was pretty decent at it.
Grayling Scott, An Inventory of Characters.
Identification of the messenger is simple enough. But what is the message? How do we ever determine the message?
Winslow Steele, Anatomy of Stasis.
“Okay, then. When are we at our best?” Travis was pretending again. Of course. He didn’t really want to know.
Corinna Sparks, Turning to Stone.
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