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.
THOMAS PYNCHONThere is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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.
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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Shall I project a world?
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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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It 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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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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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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