sing sang sung
We lack clarity concerning how damaged we are.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
We lack clarity concerning how damaged we are.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“It is visual art, Deborah. You’re right. But it is not about being looked at. That much I do know.”
Katie Davenport, Back to Brooklyn.
I soon realized that my recollections of the text were more enjoyable than a rereading of the book would be.
Paul Uccelo, The Enigma of the Box.
“There’s a hundred hidin’ places in this neighborhood, Johnny, and all of ’em good.”
Harold Nickleby, Captain Hugo and the Case of the Mystic Rhymes.
Thinking that we already know is the postmodernist replacement for curiosity.
Winslow Steele, Anatomy of Stasis.
“I have no talent whatsoever,” claimed Holden. “And I have the MFA degree to prove it.”
Katie Davenport, Back to Brooklyn.
I blink, therefore I am.
Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.
“It’s okay when we do it,” whispered Dwayne.
Silas Wegg, School of Dust.
“That Hardesty does not theorize is just a theory about the guy.”
Augustus Bligh, Crawlspace.
“And that hat she wore. Don’t you remember? She couldn’t be separated from that damn thing. The hat to end all hats.”
Stacie Knotts, Crazy Days.