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 PYNCHONMy belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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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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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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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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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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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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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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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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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