Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
THOMAS PYNCHONWhat sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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.
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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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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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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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I was dreaming about my grandfather. A very old man, at least as old as I am now, 91. I thought, when I was a boy, that he had been 91 all his life. Now I feel as if I have been 91 all my life.
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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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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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Teamwork,” Koteks snarled, “is one word for it, yeah. What it really is is a way to avoid responsibility. It’s a symptom of the gutlessness of the whole society.
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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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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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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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A screaming comes across the sky.
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