A screaming comes across the sky.
THOMAS PYNCHON- 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.
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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.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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I was dreaming about my grandfather. A very old man, at least as old as I am now, 91. I thought, when I was a boy, that he had been 91 all his life. Now I feel as if I have been 91 all my life.
THOMAS PYNCHONI was dreaming about my grandfather. A very old man, at least as old as I am now, 91. I thought, when I was a boy, that he had been 91 all his life. Now I feel as if I have been 91 all my life.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
THOMAS PYNCHONThere is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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.
THOMAS PYNCHONTeamwork,” 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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What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.
THOMAS PYNCHONWhat, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
THOMAS PYNCHONLet me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
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.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
THOMAS PYNCHONWhy should things be easy to understand?
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
THOMAS PYNCHONThrough the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
THOMAS PYNCHONEvery weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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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.
THOMAS PYNCHONIf 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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It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
THOMAS PYNCHONIt 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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To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
THOMAS PYNCHONTo have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
THOMAS PYNCHONSomeday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
THOMAS PYNCHONLet the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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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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