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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.

Thomas Pynchon

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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Eyes Head Reality Universe Visible
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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Color Device Herself Lover Replacement
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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Early Ignorance Life Ourselves Structure Trouble Writing
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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Dreams Ghost Image Life Passage Past Space Word Yourself
If the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault.
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Grief Mistake Offering Privacy Support World
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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Freedom Identity Name Place Purpose Road
It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
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Blessing Desire Empty Man Woman
Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Illusion Invisible Temporary Yourself
Life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
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Accident Lesson Life Man Sanity Time
What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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Age Enemy Himself Man
Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Character Concept Death Page Writing Yourself
Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Book Reading Time Wasted Time Yourself
Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Dreams Essence Stupidity
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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Avoid Responsibility Society Symptom Team Word Work
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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Fantasy Feeling Hands Let Go Lost Moments
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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Afraid Death Himself Human Land Live Lonely Sea

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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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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