Why should things be easy to understand?
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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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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.
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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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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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All variables are independent.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.
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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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