Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
THOMAS PYNCHONIlls are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
THOMAS PYNCHONLet the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
THOMAS PYNCHONReal flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
THOMAS PYNCHONIt is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.
THOMAS PYNCHONPerhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
THOMAS PYNCHONTo have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
THOMAS PYNCHONShe thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
THOMAS PYNCHONEverybody 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.
THOMAS PYNCHONMy belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
THOMAS PYNCHONIf patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths?
THOMAS PYNCHONThere is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
THOMAS PYNCHONEvery weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
THOMAS PYNCHONIf 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.
THOMAS PYNCHONWhat are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
THOMAS PYNCHONIt all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
THOMAS PYNCHONThere 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 PYNCHON