I despise the theatre. And yet I engage in theatre almost continuously. And it is theatre of the worst kind.
Titus Musgrave, The Mystery of Sleep.
Are we entitled to our own nausea? Or are we free to be nauseated only by this or by that ?
Chalmers van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
Logic is not compelling. Unless we mean to say that it compels us to hide from it.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
“I don’t always know what I mean. Not exactly. In some cases, I find out later.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
The Seen and the Unseen. Or is it: the Presented and the Hidden? The Displayed and the Concealed? But isn’t what we cannot see always so much more appealing? Isn’t that what excites us? The long skirt of the English Rose.
Hill Boothby, Essays on Disappointment Management.
“Killing her was one of the most difficult things I have ever done.” Now that’s the way to open a crime novel! But this is not a crime novel, now is it? Well, no. Not exactly. Oh what the Hell, we’ll call it a crime novel….
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
“Damn it, Peters! Just because something is systematic, it doesn’t mean that you have a clear idea about what you are doing. Or why you are doing it.”
Allison Cowling, Night of the Detective.
Please name the film:
1. “It is a bright, guilty world.”
2. “Come in, sir! Have a mint julep, sir! Yack yack yack.”
3. “They have a name for faces like that.”
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
“Please, won’t someone admire my confusion?” whispered Helen to herself. “Or at least respect it?”
Trent Bendix, Patricia Knows Best.
Poetry Fragments:
1. right onto the dirty floor of the world
2. there is no place for art to park (it is so quiet when it’s dark)
3. in the hallways, in the grove, I see the lips (and eyes that rove)
4. fire is fool and feel is fear
5. warblers of the whorled-yew night
6. he hates that picture, loves that frame
7. a fish in the flood am I
8. a speck or two of dusty light, the empty shell of something trite
9. falling is what we do so well
Tessa Fielding and Constance Gogarty, A Book of Lists.
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