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.
THOMAS PYNCHONBut 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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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Shall I project a world?
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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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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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All variables are independent.
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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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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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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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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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