Catherine held on desperately to three statements from the dream: (1) “A skiff from nowhere.” (2) “The king waits in the bare branches.” (3) “A dazzling rain of gem stones.”
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Belief in Insects.
“Some guy scooting around on stage while playing rhythm guitar. Now, how could that fail to lead to a glorious future for one and all?” Allen was feeling that old nausea about rock ‘n’ roll. And he was sharing it. Generously.
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
“I am embarking upon a policy of rigorous honesty. Starting now. From this moment forward.” Despite the solemn tone of voice and the earnest facial expression, this was all a game for Todd. Just fun.
Grayling Scott, An Inventory of Characters.
Scientific theories are interesting, yes. But their sequence is also interesting.
Cedric Plumm, All Roads Lead.
What overwhelms the paranoid is the sheer coherence of his construction of the world. It cannot be argued with.
Octavius Kinder, A Sustainable Unhappiness.
“He didn’t know. And he couldn’t know, could he? And if he couldn’t know, perhaps he shouldn’t know? And if he shouldn’t know, he wouldn’t know? Would he? Could he? Should he?” There was almost a philosophy to Colleen’s frantic questions. Almost.
Grayling Scott, An Inventory of Characters.
Credo: The only true happiness is built upon the spasmodic sensations of the reproductive organs.
Jackson Currothers III, The View from the Cauldron.
All facts are merely theories. Except, of course, for the fact just asserted.
Amanda Willcoxen, ed., The Literary and Philosophical Fragments of Gregory James Sallust.
A concept is a form of self-consciousness. It removes us from the old excitement (in the world). Now we are confined to that excitement that comes from the concept (e.g., the notion that words can “reverberate”).
Pamela Hrothgar, No Stone Unturned.
“This is the way I laugh now,” Robert said, confidently, after emitting an awful screeching noise.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
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