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.
THOMAS PYNCHONEvery weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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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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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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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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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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 sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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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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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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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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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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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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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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