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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.

Thomas Pynchon

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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Blessing Desire Empty Man Woman
Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Choice Fame Myself Photography
A screaming comes across the sky.
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One Liner Scream Sky
Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Day Myself Peace Wake Up
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Abuse Greedy Love Machine Power Technology
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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Grief Mistake Offering Privacy Support World
A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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Side Story Woman
You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Creature God Himself People Touch Yourself
Why should things be easy to understand?
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Easy Philosophy Understand
To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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Convince Difficult Growth Humanity Spiritual
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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Boy Dreams Himself Life Man Myself Old Thinking
It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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Confession Happiness Room Transformation Writing
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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Beautiful Body Face Herself Light Live Moments Peace Simplicity Sun Thinking
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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Difference Notice Place Record Universe Yourself
They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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Let Go Planning Sleep
Life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
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Accident Lesson Life Man Sanity Time

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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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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