I soon realized that my recollections of the text were more enjoyable than a rereading of the book would be.
Titus Musgrave, 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.
“Please move in a brisk fashion. Go briskly, sir!”
Hildebrand Slough, The Perfect List.
Loud Wag Wit Can Stain
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
