[b]Neil Gaiman
Any view of things that is not strange, is false.[/b]
He means almost any view of most things, of course.
Rubbish! screamed a fat, elderly woman, in Richard’s ear, as he passed her malodorous stall. Junk! She continued. Garbage! Trash! Offal! Debris! Come and get it! Nothing whole or undamaged! Crap, tripe, and useless piles of shit. You know you want it.
A flea market probably.
I think I’ve got Fear down, but how do I take it all the way up to Terror?
More often than not though it will just…happen.
Nobody’s American, said Wednesday. Not originally. That’s my point.
On the other hand, now you just have to be American enough.
Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside.
Don Trump sort of does. And let’s not forget Dick Nixon.
Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.
And now, among other things, it’s…shameless?