Life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
THOMAS PYNCHONReal 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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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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You 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.
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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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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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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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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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