Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
THOMAS PYNCHONLife’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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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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She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
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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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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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Shall I project a world?
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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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A screaming comes across the sky.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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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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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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