“The best thing to do—usually—was to let him play these things out. Who was I to tell a genius it was time to put his clothes back on?” — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“The best thing to do—usually—was to let him play these things out. Who was I to tell a genius it was time to put… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“Each time it goes around a little bit, a second goes away.” “Where?” I asked, as the pendulum swung again. And again. He winked… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“After I charge their brains with my own brand of skeptical electricity, I unleash them—the New Cynics—upon a world that is slowly and happily… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“We couldn’t stop following the news. Every ten seconds we refreshed our browsers and gawked at the headlines. Dully we read blogs of friends… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“Does it sting like this because I've been robbed or because it was never mine to steal? ... Maybe an idea, like love, cannot… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“Everything I write is for her; none of it is ever good enough.” — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“This fountain commemorates Luxembourg’s two national poets—Lentz and Dicks,’” Jeffrey reads. “That had to be a tough name to get through school with.” I… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“The travel sites all describe Luxembourg as a fairy tale come to life, but it feels less like a Grimm land of trolls and… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“He extends a hand, larger than a dinner plate, and I have no choice but to shake it. I think I can feel my… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“We came to the city because we wished to live haphazardly, to reach for only the least realistic of our desires, and to see… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“She’s just this character to you. Both of us are! And we always have been. You don’t know what goes on in our heads.… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“the world.” Jeffrey just shakes his head. “You don’t know what it was like. You weren’t there when things got really bad. That Haslett… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“Evelyn was followed in by a sour-faced woman with long, glamorous dark hair and a stern-looking gentleman in a tuxedo who looked just like… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“And for this imperfect immortality, what prices have been paid? How many livers, lungs, and veins? Shredded, polluted, shot? How many children deserted, family… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
