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.
THOMAS PYNCHONLength is usually intensity. Not time.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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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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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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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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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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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.
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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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The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.
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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 woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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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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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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