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Thomas Pynchon

It 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.
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Beginning Character Force Simplicity Try Wrong
Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Dreams Essence Stupidity
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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Early Ignorance Life Ourselves Structure Trouble Writing
What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.
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Evil Goodness Meaning Myself People Sold Trust
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Fantasy Kind Vampire
Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Computer Information Technology Transformation
Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts–census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
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Freedom Identity Name Place Purpose Road
A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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Side Story Woman
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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Eyes Head Reality Universe Visible
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
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
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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Dreams Ghost Image Life Passage Past Space Word Yourself
Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Character Concept Death Page Writing Yourself
All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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Abstract Fear Human Investigation Mortal Time True
You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Creature God Himself People Touch Yourself
If there is something comforting – religious, if you want – about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.
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Comfortable Condition Connection Health Mental Religious Sick Worry

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