What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
THOMAS PYNCHONIf 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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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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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.
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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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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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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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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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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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