“Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding.” —Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
Ampersands are fat-jowled men in wigs, or pigs thinking.
Peter had only just finished rereading his favorite book, about an ape and a canine, when a rock hit his living room window.
My writing seems on hold for the week as my girlfriend and I purchase a home. My drinking is not on hold.
Life is the liquid in a glass half full. And your friends are bobbing in it, alongside you, until they're not.
Two of my favorite movie theaters serve beer to those twenty-one and older with a valid ID. This is a new, thrilling experience for me.
Once aired out, all debate over who dealt what and when is but wind.