It has its depressing moments.
— Narrator, The Naked City
It’s very difficult to avoid storytelling.
— Paul Muldoon from notes
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.
— Kenneth Koch, "Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams"
That’s exactly the way that I am.
— Trampled By Turtles, “Wait So Long”
And what of the future?
— Chris Hill, The Note
You would never find out another way.
— Alicia Cheng
As a shield from the terrible purity of Singer’s vision, I’ll look to the corruption that comes from interconnectedness. To justify my hopes that Singer’s theoretical world – and its entirely logical extensions – won’t become real, I’ll invoke the muck and mess and undeniable reality of disabled lives well lived. That’s the best I can do.
— Harriet McBryde Johnson, “Unspeakable Conversations,” The New York Times
My kingdom for a sharpie.
— John Hunter
Waitin’ for the manifest.
— Doc Watson, “Blue Railroad Train”
The object doesn’t contain the content.
— Gerardo
You would want to experience them like you would experience a poem.
— David
It’s so nice to be horizontal.
— Becca
I kind of felt that I was cheating. And then I was like: I’m not cheating.
— Dana Schultz
You look up and you realize there is this unreal masonry arch over the produce section.
— Nat Oppenheimer
Cornball jokes down here.
— John Hunter
No man loses his shadow except it is in the night, and even then his shadow is hidden, not lost.
— Derek Walcott, “From Omeros”
No ideas but in things.
— William Carlos Williams via Paul Muldoon
I’m me.
Me be.
I am.
— Weezer, “Undone (The Sweater Song)”
What brought you to this curious piece of literature?
— Teddy
Interestingly, it is the mere probability.
— Charles C. Camosy, “Peter Singer and Christian Ethics”