Dr. Egret gives me the creeps. Never met a quack whom I didn’t half-suspect of plotting to do me in as expensively as he could contrive.
Crispin Hershey!” Lady Suze holds up both hands as if I’m the sun god Ra. “Your event was totes amazeballs! As they say.
And don’t knock nepotism, Cheeseman; my well-connected uncles all agree, nepotism made this country what it is today.
Nurse Noakes passed by and my fellow inmates all silent, like songbirds under the shadow of a hawk.
A hairy beggar kneeling by a puddle of vomit turns out to be a dog.
The dumbstruck crowd parted as the murderer made his way to the nibblies table.
All rising suns set, Archivist. Our corprocracy now smells of senility.
Why is the moon up there, up above you, Lord Buddha? White, blue, roaring in its silent furnace of sunlight.
All the woe of the words “I am” seemed dissolved there, painlessly, peacefully. Hae-Joo announced, “The ocean.
Mrs. Todds my English teacher gives an automatic F if anyone ever writes “I woke up and it was all a dream” at the end of a story. She says it violates the deal between reader and writer, that it’s a cop-out, it’s the Boy Who Cried Wolf.
However, corpocracy was emerging and social strata was demarked, based on dollars and, curiously, the quantity of melanin in one’s skin.
Nothing exists that cannot be synthesised.
A stunt kite writes on the blue with its pink tail.
Don’t let ’em say I killed myself for love, that would be too ridiculous.
People buy such bollocks at museums. They don’t know what else to do once they’re there.
The book doesn’t give a damn about genre, it just is what it is.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
Our sole weapon is public outrage. Outrage blocked the Yuccan Dam, Ousted Nixon, and in part, terminated the monstrosities in Vietnam. but outrage is unwieldy to manufacture and handle.
Dappled sunshine shivers.
At odd moments she may fret over a blank in her memory, but soon a Pied Piper thought will come dancing along and her untrained mind will follow...