Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
THOMAS PYNCHONShe thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
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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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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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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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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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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.
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Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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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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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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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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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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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It is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.
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All variables are independent.
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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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She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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