Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
THOMAS PYNCHONPerhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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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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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Why should things be easy to understand?
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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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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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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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It is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.
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Life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
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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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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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All variables are independent.
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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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