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.
THOMAS PYNCHONYou 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.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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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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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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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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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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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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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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