Shall I project a world?
THOMAS PYNCHONThe general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.
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What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove’s difference and the universe can be on into a whole ‘nother song.
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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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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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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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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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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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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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