14 Quotes by B.V. Lawson

Injustice, large and small, was like sour, moldy bread. Consumed often enough, it brought on hunger for the meat of revenge.

Humanity thrown together in the equivalent of a Petri dish under a microscope bred malignant organisms as often as benign.

He wore his personality like a suit that was too tight.

He was a Super Politician, defender of untruths, injustice and the American power-play.

She was a tornado in a skirt.

With so many people lulled into believing everything they found on the Web, he expected computer shrines to pop up in homes soon. Worship the new Oracle of Dell-phi.

The blight of office cubes housing lawyers and lobbyists had popped up like chokeweeds in the manicured lawn of the family homestead.

He launched into the color-tsunami of Prokofiev’s fourth piano sonata. It soon carried him onto a distant shore where the only thing broken was the silence.

The sliver of sun turned water crystals among the coal-colored clouds into the halo of a sundog.