“Okay, class. Imagine you’re an airplane flying overhead. And you can write messages in the sky. What words would you inscribe? Elizabeth? Tell us your message.”
Chadwick Graves, Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.
He seemed to be saying, “Look! I am a clown, dancing for your entertainment.” But no one was ever actually entertained by a circus clown. That’s an established fact. And is easily proved.
Clifford Apogee, Draining the Pools—A Collection of Stories.
“Something that at least resembles arithmetic should have been considered before plunging onward.”
Ralston Dowd, The General Ghastliness.
Under the title were these words: Ink Jet Print on Archival Paper. And what do those words mean? That we will never be rid of the item.
Archer Sturtevant, What’s Happening Now.
Indeed, they seem somewhat silly when they specify pure mathematics and when they make claims about elegance.
Paul Michael Dowling, The Behaviours of Proof.
“Gag me with a spoon.” (Moon Zappa)
Marley Grayshott, The Giants of Popular Culture.
“Jack did tell the truth, Lizzie. He told the truth by telling a lie. Anyway, that’s how he put it.”
Tyler Bardwell, Heading West.
Some sharks are friendly.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Q: How many cicadas does it take to drown out the world?
A: One.
Quincy Boothe, Questions and Answers.
“I know you won’t believe me, Anne, but I have come to the conclusion that nothing ever goes wrong.”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
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