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She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.

Thomas Pynchon

Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Despair Herself Sex Yourself
My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Believe Code Journalist Media Myself Report Talk Word
Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.
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Afraid Death Himself Human Land Live Lonely Sea
But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.
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Fantasy Feeling Hands Let Go Lost Moments
Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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Break Care Help Logic Public Yourself
Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
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Amazing exchange Information Reality Sanity Woman Wonderful Wrong
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Fantasy Kind Vampire
You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.
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Existence Fantasy Intrude Miracle Mission Peace Spiritual Time Touch World Yourself
Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Choice Fame Myself Photography
If the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault.
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Grief Mistake Offering Privacy Support World
Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Character Concept Death Page Writing Yourself
Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Dreams Essence Stupidity
She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
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Education Herself Rise See Structure Sun Thinking
If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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Question Worry Wrong Yourself
Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Book Reading Time Wasted Time Yourself
What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove’s difference and the universe can be on into a whole ‘nother song.
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Difference Notice Place Record Universe Yourself

She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.

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