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.
THOMAS PYNCHONEvery weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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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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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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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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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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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
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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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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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