“What idiotic dancing,” said Mr. Rawlings, contemptuously. And he uttered not a single word for the rest of the evening.
Chase Tipton, Enjoying Prison Pizza.
He had that way of walking straight up to someone—to a complete stranger—and declaring, “Well, I hope you’re happy now.” Right to his face. With animated sarcasm.
Heywood Wakefield, The Humdrum Demon.
What justifies use of the word “likely”?
Titus Musgrave, Carthago Delenda Est.
Tom had purchased a bullhorn at a yard sale. He now stood outside Lisa’s window, and spoke in a calm serious voice. “It’s time for your trigonometry lesson. It is now time. Qui tollis peccata mundi. Qui tollis peccata mundi. It’s time to move. It is now time to move.”
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
We must maintain our vigilance, even while asleep.
Constantine Aviola, Chandu the Magician.
I seem to recall that he was trying to reposition some sort of cabinet, fully laden. “Look at me,” he had said. “I am struggling with this damned thing. Doesn’t that count for something?”
Marston Moore, Sweet Meteor of Death.
Nicki arrived at tranquil after four long hours of uproarious. That was one afternoon at a public house, on a gloomy autumn Wednesday.
Park V. Kessler, Nearly Music.
Wow: The worst word in the history of the English language. Stupid, obnoxious to listen to, inevitable.
Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.
Vespasian is said to have enforced a ban on the wearing of dark cloaks in public theatres, except on the back rows. And, according to Tacitus (in the Historiae), he held a dim view of theatrical life in general, including the tragedians.
Anthony Baxter Sutton, Essays on the Early Empire.
“A name that isn’t stupid? Okay, how about Rhododendron? I realize it’s just the name of a shrub, Emily, but it is certainly not stupid.”
Park V. Kessler, Nearly Happy.
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