Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
THOMAS PYNCHONIf 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?
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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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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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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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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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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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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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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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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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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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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