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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.

Thomas Pynchon

Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Computer Information Technology Transformation
It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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Confession Happiness Room Transformation Writing
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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Color Device Herself Lover Replacement
Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Blessing Dreams Home Night Protection Yourself
You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Creature God Himself People Touch Yourself
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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Afraid Death Himself Human Land Live Lonely Sea
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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Animal Break Freedom Healing Kind Loud Nature Plant Preserve Theory
Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Day Myself Peace Wake Up
Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Dreams Essence Stupidity
There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Emotion Realist Sentimental
He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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Born Decision Greatness Home Sick Suffering Temporary
A screaming comes across the sky.
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One Liner Scream Sky
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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Comfortable Condition Connection Health Mental Religious Sick Worry
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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Eyes Head Reality Universe Visible
Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything- or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.
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Early Ignorance Life Ourselves Structure Trouble Writing
Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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History Moments Ourselves

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