from a book
When you have said it aloud a dozen times, it becomes something else.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
When you have said it aloud a dozen times, it becomes something else.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“All things solid will melt into the air….” Aaron actually believed this. And he never tired of saying so.
Grayling Scott, An Inventory of Characters.
A litter of odd expressions:
1. Sad young man on a train
2. Redemption, please!
3. Creating his own nimbus
4. Through thick and thin
5. Nothingness, and plenty of it
6. This may sting a little.
7. They are off and running!
8. I fell in obedience to a law.
9. Let’s get it over with.
Tessa Fielding and Constance Gogarty, A Book of Lists.
“I can be anything. Anything at all.” No, but you can pretend anything. Anything at all.
Jackson Currothers III, The View from the Cauldron.
“Nothing. The great temptation. Do nothing. Nothing at all. Wonderful nothing.” Sondra found herself drifting toward that old familiar territory.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
“I like to make the same mistakes, over and over. No, I really do. It makes things so simple.” His morning confession made, Calvin was now ready to face the bright light of day.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
July 14, 2014. Joke words of the 21st century: sincerity, wow, victim, beautiful, clarity, cool, progress, discourse, passionate, diversity, iconic, vibrant,…
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
Please name the films:
1. “Watch out! Watch out! For that tree.”
2. “Nothing to it, really. Telephone kiosk. Ledge at the top. Dump off a little package. Ready for collection.”
3. “A person doesn’t change because you find out more.”
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
Who will tell us how lazy we are being?
Christopher Jayne, A Critique of Sincerity.
April 2, 2014. Things he almost likes: almonds (so close!), imagined sexual relations, fruit juice, the word “truly,” poetry read aloud dramatically, plebiscites, the word “respect,” belts, the word “passionate,”….
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.