Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
THOMAS PYNCHONSomeday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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All variables are independent.
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She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.
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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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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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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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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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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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All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.
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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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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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