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.
THOMAS PYNCHONLet me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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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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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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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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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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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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The reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
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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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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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