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.
THOMAS PYNCHONLet me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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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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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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Shall I project a world?
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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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All variables are independent.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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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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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.
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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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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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