When fact declines from its status of primary significance, it descends directly to no significance.
Trevor Albertus, Malevolent Asymmetry.
Give me theory, or give me death!
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Lizzie learned how to grin—and learned so many other things—at the Yale School of Dramatic Arts.
Ralston Dowd, The General Ghastliness.
“…and you must apprehend it, young Bosworth, that to the wicked a decent man is an insufferable abomination.”
Trevor Walpole, The Imperfect Stranger. (1784)
“If my foot’s not jammed into my mouth already,” sang dear old Cyril, “just be patient.”
Quentin Drabb, Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.
“What do I look for in an ad? I look for an opportunity to learn. About the world. About people.”
Diana Moone, Living Well.
“Okay. Yes. I did write the lyrics for that song. But that doesn’t mean that I personally agree with every little item.”
Nathaniel Mist, Rattling the Cages.
…summoning an alternative reality through narrative. Through words alone. It is the casting of spells. Like Marx and Freud.
Clifford O. Mounce, A Portable Darkness.
When Ruth Mix screams in The Black Coin, brother you will know it! Nevertheless, there is something tidy—something businesslike—about her screams.
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
“Tell it all, Jim,” said Lieutenant Walser. “I want you to tell me everything.”
Allison Cowling, Night of the Detective.
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