Television reflected only people’s surfaces; it also kept peeling their images from their bodies until they were sucked into the caverns of their viewer’s eyes, forever beyond retrieval, to disappear. from Being There by Jerzy Kosinski Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering…
Month: January 2016
2016/01/10 #SundaySentence
Although I knew I loved her, I didn’t like anything she said or did. from Extraordinary Little Cough in the collection Dylan Thomas: portrait of the artist as a young dog by Dylan Thomas Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
2016/01/3 #SundaySentence
They faced each other squarely for a moment, but the nameless, impersonal rage and hatred in Vince’s face was so overpowering that Nick turned away, muttering something, and sat down again, crumpling the defiled page and throwing it aside. from You Gotta Leave Your Mark by Terry Southern (in the short story collection Red-Dirt Marijuana) Sunday Sentence: The…