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.
THOMAS PYNCHONMy belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.
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There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.
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Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
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All variables are independent.
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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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What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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If patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths?
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything- or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.
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The reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts–census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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If there is something comforting – religious, if you want – about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.
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