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I totally forgot about a #SundaySentence as I’m away on a writing retreat, sweating over my own currently imperfect sentences. In lieu, please accept pics of this chickadee coming in hot and putting on the binders. #birdsky

My #sundaysentence is on this tote on my walker after knee replacement last Thursday #aguardianandathief
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Paul Auster (The Brooklyn Follies) #SundaySentence

“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.”

We should do a “show-half-your-face week” on #sundaysentence

"There's a wisecrack in everything, that's how the light gets in."

#SundaySentence by @garybarwin.bsky.social on Here and Now Toronto (2026 @cbcradiocanada.bsky.social interview) www.cbc.ca/listen/live-...

As I watch this quicksilver being moving through its environment, I ask myself: How does this animal, who has more neurons in its limbs than in its brain, who tastes with its grasp, whose skin can sense light, see the world? #SundaySentence by Ray Nayler, The Mountain in tne Sea

Anita Brookner, "Fraud," 1992

This novel has more of an ensemble cast than some (most?) of AB's books. The usual solitary woman at its centre is just one of several characters of various ages, male & female, who are in her orbit and whose inner lives are represented.

#SundaySentence 📚 #Brookner

... and maybe one of these Sundays, we should take your lead and pose with our #SundaySentence sources!

As the leaves of trees are said to absorb all noxious qualities of the air, and to breathe forth a purer atmosphere, so it seems to me as if they drew from us all sordid and angry passions, and breathed forth peace and philanthropy.
#SundaySentence

Washington Irving
Bracebridge Hall

“The book has proved happily resistant to academic analysis.”

The introduction to “The Diary of a Nobody” by George & Weedon Grossmith #SundaySentence

A #SundaySentence from Garth Marenghi's Hellraiser parody, Terrortome:

You look like one of those illustrations in old medical journals, she gasped.
"Listen, Roz, I've only been flayed, it's still me."
She looked up at me and smiled. Wiped a strand of dripping flesh from my cheek.

‘Every floor is a dense wilderness of strange iron machines that stretches away into remote
distances and confusing perspectives—a tangled forest of rods, bars, pulleys, wheels and all
imaginable and unimaginable forms of mechanism.’

Mark Twain/Sam Clemens

#SundaySentence

“The memories arrive as if thrown against a wall.”
My #SundaySentence this week is from Megan Falley, spouse of the late poet Andrea Gibson.

From SOUTHERNMOST by Silas House, who always includes a good dog:

“Shady sits in the back seat, watching the road with his whitish-blue eyes, so good, such a peaceful presence traveling with them, like God resting his hand over their Jeep as they head into the unknown.” #SundaySentence

Every Sunday morning, distant church bells from the Baptists and Methodists tinkled like ice cubes in a glass, and a saying of her mother's always crossed [her] mind: thirst after righteousness.
- Charles Frazier, Nightwoods (2011)

#SundaySentence

I am made of electricity and regret.

Audrey Niffenegger, Life Out of Order

#SundaySentence #booksky

"It may be difficult to define civilisation, but it isn't so difficult to recognize barbarism" — Kenneth Clark, "Civilisation"

#SundaySentence

Oh @naomialderman.bsky.social my friend, you've outdone yourself with this beautiful, sad, funny, unexpected novel. My #sundaysentence this week: "After enough of this, a person gets to the point where they would like to reach into heaven and wring the neck of God."

A #SundaySentence from Jason Mott's "People Like Us."