Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
THOMAS PYNCHONWhat 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.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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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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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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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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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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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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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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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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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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