In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
He bowed slightly and said, “I think you are describing my son.”
Source: Judy Bolton-Fasman, “Khizr Khan Reflects on America’s Future” (JewishBoston.com)
In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
He left the car, and she took his hand and led him up the stairs, and he has remained there, with her, ever since.
Source: Taffy Brodesser-Akner, “Apostates Anonymous” (the title in print)/“The High Price of Leaving Ultra-Orthodox Life” (the title online), The New York Times Magazine
In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
What good are arguments at all?
Source: Okla Elliott’s “The Idiot’s Faith,” presented in a memorial post to Mr. Elliott on As It Ought To Be.
In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
I had an immediate vision of a long line of people stretching from Fortieth Street, where my publishing house stands, down to the Bowery—five hundred thousand people, each one hugging a copy of “The Aristocracy of the Spirit World,” each one demanding the return of his or her two dollars and fifty cents.
Source: F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The I.O.U.” (The New Yorker)
In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
My parents kept some of their profits in the bank, donated a portion to the church, and wired another percentage to relatives in Vietnam, who periodically mailed us thin letters thick with trouble, summed up for me by my mother to the tune of no food and no money, no school and no hope.
Source: Viet Thanh Nguyen, “War Years,” in The Refugees