What do I value? I know I say I value this (or that). But really? In a crisis, what would I reach for, what would I protect? This: the daughter I never had.
Trevor Matthew, The Visible Man.
A book does make a world. Indeed it does. A thoroughly inadequate world.
Desmond Urquhart, The Unsocial Sciences.
“I don’t actually need to know anything, do I? Won’t my assumptions be enough? Quite enough?”
Kyle Torrance, The Middlesex Murders.
The cessation. The sudden stopping of something that had been ongoing. Now what does that signify?
Kellen Winslow, My Life in Kenya.
Although artists might disagree, I regard Modernism as what it is: a death threat.
Trevor Albertus, Malevolent Asymmetry.
Deconstructionism is merely a symptom. Like hair loss. Or itchy skin.
Edgar Dawlish, Toward a More Interesting Chemistry.
What is the “I” that would think? And what is the “I” that would be?
Winston Carstairs, Chryselephantine.
Irony is for teenagers. Yes, for teenagers and for artists.
Rollo Marquardt, Dwelling in the Cupcake World.
The Personal Happiness Industry. Just try to escape it. Go ahead!
Grace Evander-Howling, Insidious Pathologies.
I used to say that I was embarrassed by what I saw. But now I am afraid that “embarrassed” is simply not a strong enough word. Alas.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
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