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.
THOMAS PYNCHONBehind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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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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Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
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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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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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 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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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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All variables are independent.
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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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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.
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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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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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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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