Still, Wolf wondered philosophically. If both Ram and Lamb were Sheep, why didn’t they taste the same?
           Even though Wolf had never actually tasted Stag, Wolf assumed Stag would taste as bad as Ram because Stag put up the same bothersome fuss as Ram.

I said this world is a phantasma. I didn't say nothing is real. Souls are real. God is real. Satan is real. Satan's demons, and God's angels are real. Everything else isn't.
          This world is an elaborate stage show designed to reveal the talent of each actor - that is, each soul.

A research team from the Geospace Lab at York came-up with a simple easily managed plan: mark progression sites with registration marks that will only last a few days.

Gonna to take a little nap now. The mashed mangos can wait. Gonna let my dreams take me back to the green jungle home I never knew.

The myth was greater than the man.

Tom didn't understand. All the people were gone. It took days before Tom noticed.

Whatever was it all for? Timmy couldn't imagine. He thought about it often but came to no conclusions
Ah well, it's almost time for dinner.

Anne stayed with him that night at the hospital. She listened and tried to understand what was going on in his head. She could make out a few words and fragments of sentences. Sometimes he would say something whole. He seemed to be in another time and place.

“Alright! Let’s welcome back to the stage, Lonesome Dave & his Songs of the West, and don’t forget, from now ‘til closing, we’ve got half-price on peppermint-mocha café au Lait”.

Rob pulled the DeSoto into the JulieCab yard and left it running.
He handed the fare envelope & clipboard to Julie and said goodnight. Julie was closing down. Her younger sister, Mary, had already started daytime dispatching.

They left Pugatory for a Paradise of warm sea breezes, plams, and blue-green waters.

Perfidy lied to Ploughboy. She told him he was handsome. She said he was the best tiller in all of Foggyshire. She said her heart beat faster whenever he with her. Ploughboy flushed with joy at her words. He walked away enchanted by her sweet praise.

Alright. Alight. Alright. Welcome friends, welcome. This is What’s Up radio broadcasting from big, beautiful, clear-channel WALTZ.
I’m Tuck Avery, and by my side, Buzz Belton, the brother I never wanted.
We wanna know what Liberty means
to you.

Welcome, welcome, welcome. This is What’s Up radio broadcasting from big, beautiful clear-channel WALTZ. I’m Tuck Avery. My co-conspirator is Buzz Belton. We wanna know what you think about friends. We all have friends: good friends; disappointing friends. friends we didn’t know we had; all kinds of friends.

This is What’s Up radio, broadcasting from big, beautiful clear-channel WALTZ. I’m Tuck Avery. My partner in crime is Buzz Belton. We wanna know what’s up with you. Who we got on the line, Buzz?

It happened so fast. The black kid grabbed her purse. She stabbed him. The steel blade pierced his heart. He stumbled back a few feet and fell dead to the street.

Every thought that passed through Nub’s head came in the form of what we would now call virtual reenactments, something like videos with smells, sounds, and feelings. They were memories, but not in the usual understanding of the word.

Aristippus, being asked wherein the learned differed from the unlearned said, “Send them naked to strangers, and you will see”.

The morning mist from the Atchafalaya merged naturally with the fragrant steam rising from the chicory-laced coffee.