David Abrams
@imdavidabrams.bsky.social
Novelist (“Fobbit” & “Brave Deeds”), husband (42 years), human father (3x over), Cat Daddy (3x over). Avid reader. Founder and curator of #SundaySentence. Author of Van-ishing America on Substack: https://davidabrams.substack.com/
One doesn't recognise in one's life the really important moments—not until it's too late.
"Endless Night," Agatha Christie
My #SundaySentence comes from my annual "Christie-mas" read.
What was YOUR favorite sentence of the week? Share with us, using the hashtag!
"Endless Night," Agatha Christie
My #SundaySentence comes from my annual "Christie-mas" read.
What was YOUR favorite sentence of the week? Share with us, using the hashtag!
December 7, 2025 at 4:38 PM
One doesn't recognise in one's life the really important moments—not until it's too late.
"Endless Night," Agatha Christie
My #SundaySentence comes from my annual "Christie-mas" read.
What was YOUR favorite sentence of the week? Share with us, using the hashtag!
"Endless Night," Agatha Christie
My #SundaySentence comes from my annual "Christie-mas" read.
What was YOUR favorite sentence of the week? Share with us, using the hashtag!
Reposted by David Abrams
"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead." #SundaySentence #JamesJoyce #TheDead
November 30, 2025 at 6:25 PM
"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead." #SundaySentence #JamesJoyce #TheDead
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Oh, my brother, we’re lighting the torches and heading out into the darkness to find the words and bring them back to you.
#sundaysentence
#lateinvocationformagic
#jimdaniels
#msupress
#netgalley
#sundaysentence
#lateinvocationformagic
#jimdaniels
#msupress
#netgalley
November 30, 2025 at 2:05 PM
Oh, my brother, we’re lighting the torches and heading out into the darkness to find the words and bring them back to you.
#sundaysentence
#lateinvocationformagic
#jimdaniels
#msupress
#netgalley
#sundaysentence
#lateinvocationformagic
#jimdaniels
#msupress
#netgalley
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...if the place is legitimate there is no pool, there is no second floor, just leather against flesh, flesh against bone, rope slapping concrete, slapping earth, that machine gun fire of sideways fists against speed bag.
#sundaysentence Lucas Schaefer, The Slip
#sundaysentence Lucas Schaefer, The Slip
November 30, 2025 at 1:54 PM
...if the place is legitimate there is no pool, there is no second floor, just leather against flesh, flesh against bone, rope slapping concrete, slapping earth, that machine gun fire of sideways fists against speed bag.
#sundaysentence Lucas Schaefer, The Slip
#sundaysentence Lucas Schaefer, The Slip
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My #sundaysentence this week performs a delightful left turn, courtesy the great @danchaon.bsky.social: “She kept her face stern and neutral, the kind of face you made when you chopped the head off of a chicken.” Honestly, what a terrific novel this is.
November 30, 2025 at 1:51 PM
My #sundaysentence this week performs a delightful left turn, courtesy the great @danchaon.bsky.social: “She kept her face stern and neutral, the kind of face you made when you chopped the head off of a chicken.” Honestly, what a terrific novel this is.
Reposted by David Abrams
A #SundaySentence from John Cheever's story, "The Housebreaker of Shady Hill."
November 30, 2025 at 1:14 PM
A #SundaySentence from John Cheever's story, "The Housebreaker of Shady Hill."
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#SundaySentence (s)
But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Cat’s Eye
~Margaret Atwood
But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Cat’s Eye
~Margaret Atwood
November 30, 2025 at 11:16 AM
#SundaySentence (s)
But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Cat’s Eye
~Margaret Atwood
But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Cat’s Eye
~Margaret Atwood
I loved “Seven Stories About Tammy” by @elizmccrack.bsky.social so much, I couldn’t pick just one #SundaySentence so here are two:
Tammy's breath was as soft and insubstantial as health food.
They'd given her a glass of white wine that tasted green as a tree, with an aftertaste of violin.
Tammy's breath was as soft and insubstantial as health food.
They'd given her a glass of white wine that tasted green as a tree, with an aftertaste of violin.
November 30, 2025 at 6:51 PM
I loved “Seven Stories About Tammy” by @elizmccrack.bsky.social so much, I couldn’t pick just one #SundaySentence so here are two:
Tammy's breath was as soft and insubstantial as health food.
They'd given her a glass of white wine that tasted green as a tree, with an aftertaste of violin.
Tammy's breath was as soft and insubstantial as health food.
They'd given her a glass of white wine that tasted green as a tree, with an aftertaste of violin.
The land wears her corset of cement.
My #SundaySentence comes from
“Ruin Song (Number 8)” from SWEET HUSK by Corrie Williamson
Readers, what was YOUR favorite sentence of the week? Join the weekly celebration of language and literature at the hashtag!
My #SundaySentence comes from
“Ruin Song (Number 8)” from SWEET HUSK by Corrie Williamson
Readers, what was YOUR favorite sentence of the week? Join the weekly celebration of language and literature at the hashtag!
November 23, 2025 at 1:52 PM
The land wears her corset of cement.
My #SundaySentence comes from
“Ruin Song (Number 8)” from SWEET HUSK by Corrie Williamson
Readers, what was YOUR favorite sentence of the week? Join the weekly celebration of language and literature at the hashtag!
My #SundaySentence comes from
“Ruin Song (Number 8)” from SWEET HUSK by Corrie Williamson
Readers, what was YOUR favorite sentence of the week? Join the weekly celebration of language and literature at the hashtag!
The fact is, Mr. Dickens writes too often and too fast….If he persists much longer in this course, it requires no gift of prophecy to foretell his fate—he has risen like a rocket, and he will come down like the stick.
—Abraham Hayward on Charles Dickens in The Quarterly Review, 1837
#SundaySentence
—Abraham Hayward on Charles Dickens in The Quarterly Review, 1837
#SundaySentence
November 16, 2025 at 6:36 PM
The fact is, Mr. Dickens writes too often and too fast….If he persists much longer in this course, it requires no gift of prophecy to foretell his fate—he has risen like a rocket, and he will come down like the stick.
—Abraham Hayward on Charles Dickens in The Quarterly Review, 1837
#SundaySentence
—Abraham Hayward on Charles Dickens in The Quarterly Review, 1837
#SundaySentence
What if I told you the most beautiful novel I read this year was about a mass shooting at a school?
Read the full review of BLOOMLAND by John Englehardt at Van-ishing America: davidabrams.substack.com/p/what-im-re...
#FridayReads #bookreview #bestbooks
Read the full review of BLOOMLAND by John Englehardt at Van-ishing America: davidabrams.substack.com/p/what-im-re...
#FridayReads #bookreview #bestbooks
November 7, 2025 at 2:33 PM
What if I told you the most beautiful novel I read this year was about a mass shooting at a school?
Read the full review of BLOOMLAND by John Englehardt at Van-ishing America: davidabrams.substack.com/p/what-im-re...
#FridayReads #bookreview #bestbooks
Read the full review of BLOOMLAND by John Englehardt at Van-ishing America: davidabrams.substack.com/p/what-im-re...
#FridayReads #bookreview #bestbooks
The latest installment in "The Month in Photos" at Van-ishing America features Kindle the #cat, #witches, #zombies and the #Halloween residents of #EurekaSprings, #Arkansas (along with a sidetrip to #Montana to pick up our household goods). See the pics here: davidabrams.substack.com/p/the-month-...
November 6, 2025 at 10:22 PM
The latest installment in "The Month in Photos" at Van-ishing America features Kindle the #cat, #witches, #zombies and the #Halloween residents of #EurekaSprings, #Arkansas (along with a sidetrip to #Montana to pick up our household goods). See the pics here: davidabrams.substack.com/p/the-month-...
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I think being a teenager is about hiding all your quirks and contorting yourself to fit in and impress people, and being an adult is about re-finding who you were when you were eight years old.
#SundaySentence
We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin
#SundaySentence
We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin
October 26, 2025 at 5:04 PM
I think being a teenager is about hiding all your quirks and contorting yourself to fit in and impress people, and being an adult is about re-finding who you were when you were eight years old.
#SundaySentence
We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin
#SundaySentence
We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin
This is, in a nutshell, the whole raison d’etre of #SundaySentence
"But it is precisely by thus quoting an isolated line that one multiplies its power of attraction tenfold."
#SundaySentence from The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, revised by D.J. Enright triumphofthenow.com/2015/10/22/t...
#SundaySentence from The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, revised by D.J. Enright triumphofthenow.com/2015/10/22/t...
The Guermantes Way (À la recherche du temps perdu 3) by Marcel Proust
I’m caffeinated up to the eyeballs and on holiday in the backwoods of Finland, and have spent the last two days alternating between staring out of a cabin’s window at the empty wilderness of a Scan…
triumphofthenow.com
October 26, 2025 at 6:43 PM
This is, in a nutshell, the whole raison d’etre of #SundaySentence
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#SundaySentence
"The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach."
- Carson McCullers, 1951
"The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach."
- Carson McCullers, 1951
October 26, 2025 at 2:34 PM
#SundaySentence
"The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach."
- Carson McCullers, 1951
"The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach."
- Carson McCullers, 1951
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By early Sunday morning, the City, so far from settling itself for a deeper sleep, lies silently expectant, awaiting the visitation of a ghostly army, summoned by bells to worship old gods in their carefully preserved shrines and to walk down quiet, remembered streets.
P D James
#SundaySentence
P D James
#SundaySentence
October 26, 2025 at 2:06 PM
By early Sunday morning, the City, so far from settling itself for a deeper sleep, lies silently expectant, awaiting the visitation of a ghostly army, summoned by bells to worship old gods in their carefully preserved shrines and to walk down quiet, remembered streets.
P D James
#SundaySentence
P D James
#SundaySentence
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“We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.” Tennessee Williams
#SundaySentence
#SundaySentence
elmo from sesame street is standing in front of a fire and saying everything is fine .
ALT: elmo from sesame street is standing in front of a fire and saying everything is fine .
media.tenor.com
October 26, 2025 at 1:39 PM
“We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.” Tennessee Williams
#SundaySentence
#SundaySentence
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a #SundaySentence from Theresa Kishkan's redux: morning (parenthesis) ...
This morning, at the beginning of my swim, a little silver trout jumped out of the water just beyond where I was heading, the curve of its body an opening parenthesis to my thinking.
a #SundaySentence from Theresa Kishkan's redux: morning (parenthesis) ...
This morning, at the beginning of my swim, a little silver trout jumped out of the water just beyond where I was heading, the curve of its body an opening parenthesis to my thinking.
on the river
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October 26, 2025 at 12:03 PM
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a #SundaySentence from Theresa Kishkan's redux: morning (parenthesis) ...
This morning, at the beginning of my swim, a little silver trout jumped out of the water just beyond where I was heading, the curve of its body an opening parenthesis to my thinking.
a #SundaySentence from Theresa Kishkan's redux: morning (parenthesis) ...
This morning, at the beginning of my swim, a little silver trout jumped out of the water just beyond where I was heading, the curve of its body an opening parenthesis to my thinking.
It’s Sunday: Do you know where your sentence is?
Each week, #readers share the very best sentence(s) they read in the past week. Share your favorite at #SundaySentence
Each week, #readers share the very best sentence(s) they read in the past week. Share your favorite at #SundaySentence
a black and white photo of a man in a tuxedo sitting in a crowd .
Alt: a black and white GIF clip of Buster Keaton in a tuxedo sitting in a crowd looking at something off camera.
media.tenor.com
October 26, 2025 at 6:38 PM
It’s Sunday: Do you know where your sentence is?
Each week, #readers share the very best sentence(s) they read in the past week. Share your favorite at #SundaySentence
Each week, #readers share the very best sentence(s) they read in the past week. Share your favorite at #SundaySentence
My #SundaySentence is from the remarkable, unforgettable BLOOMLAND by John Englehardt:
Other than telling her your name is Eddie, you won't remember what exactly you say. But you will remember how unique this moment feels, like two swimmers from separate shores meeting in the open water.
Other than telling her your name is Eddie, you won't remember what exactly you say. But you will remember how unique this moment feels, like two swimmers from separate shores meeting in the open water.
October 26, 2025 at 6:34 PM
My #SundaySentence is from the remarkable, unforgettable BLOOMLAND by John Englehardt:
Other than telling her your name is Eddie, you won't remember what exactly you say. But you will remember how unique this moment feels, like two swimmers from separate shores meeting in the open water.
Other than telling her your name is Eddie, you won't remember what exactly you say. But you will remember how unique this moment feels, like two swimmers from separate shores meeting in the open water.
Reposted by David Abrams
#SundaySentence is from Gravity by Rickie Lee Jones, on The Magazine:
I try to imagine another
planet, another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything I do
matters
https://tidal.com/browse/track/4616705?u
I try to imagine another
planet, another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything I do
matters
https://tidal.com/browse/track/4616705?u
Rickie Lee Jones - Juke Box Fury
Listen to Juke Box Fury on TIDAL
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October 19, 2025 at 6:48 PM
#SundaySentence is from Gravity by Rickie Lee Jones, on The Magazine:
I try to imagine another
planet, another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything I do
matters
https://tidal.com/browse/track/4616705?u
I try to imagine another
planet, another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything I do
matters
https://tidal.com/browse/track/4616705?u
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Struggling with creativity and focus, I come back to Natalie Goldberg’s foundation for my #SundaySentence :
“If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.” #Booksky ✍🏼📚
“If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.” #Booksky ✍🏼📚
October 19, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Struggling with creativity and focus, I come back to Natalie Goldberg’s foundation for my #SundaySentence :
“If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.” #Booksky ✍🏼📚
“If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.” #Booksky ✍🏼📚
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#SundaySentence from About Uncle by Rebecca Gisler, Jordan Stump (Translator)
![[Image Description: a graphic featuring a photo of calamari à l'armoricaine and the words Uncle also claims to be the custodian of the time-honored recipe for calamari à l'armoricaine, a recipe that consists of frozen squid rings vaguely cooked in half a gallon of cheap red wine seasoned only with a pinch of pepper, a dish, I should add, reserved for special occasions, for honored guests, for first-time visitors, because Uncle likes to give all newcomers a lavish welcome, at least those who are too polite to refuse what they're so beamingly being offered, and when we suggest to Uncle that he add some garlic, and go a little lighter on the red wine, and have a look at the sell-by date on the squid, and also take a shower, just a little more often, a real shower, not just a swipe with a wet washcloth, no, a real cleaning from top to bottom, Uncle says simply no, he doesn't want to, he's sticking to his father's recipe.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:diyyoff3hc4pakhill6zgn4l/bafkreicardznbtr25fn6knqd7wvtn4asttxh32fib6zeyhsfvluyfbfjt4@jpeg)
October 19, 2025 at 3:46 PM
#SundaySentence from About Uncle by Rebecca Gisler, Jordan Stump (Translator)
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“And if it’s around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash gray at twilight, it seems Halloween will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bedsheets around corners.”
A #SundaySentence by Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
A #SundaySentence by Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
October 19, 2025 at 3:19 PM
“And if it’s around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash gray at twilight, it seems Halloween will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bedsheets around corners.”
A #SundaySentence by Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
A #SundaySentence by Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
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“The continuous cycle of pronominal expansion and contraction is the heart of writing for me, it is the time of writing, the filling and emptying of the chambers of the art.”
—— Ben Lerner, Cardiography
#SundaySentence
—— Ben Lerner, Cardiography
#SundaySentence
October 19, 2025 at 2:04 PM
“The continuous cycle of pronominal expansion and contraction is the heart of writing for me, it is the time of writing, the filling and emptying of the chambers of the art.”
—— Ben Lerner, Cardiography
#SundaySentence
—— Ben Lerner, Cardiography
#SundaySentence