Length is usually intensity. Not time.
THOMAS PYNCHONLet me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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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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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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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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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.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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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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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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The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.
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Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything- or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.
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All variables are independent.
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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