To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
THOMAS PYNCHONDespair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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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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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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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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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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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.
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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.
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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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