Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
THOMAS PYNCHONLet me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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If there is something comforting – religious, if you want – about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Shall I project a world?
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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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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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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There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.
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