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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?

Thomas Pynchon

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
Teamwork,” Koteks snarled, “is one word for it, yeah. What it really is is a way to avoid responsibility. It’s a symptom of the gutlessness of the whole society.
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Avoid Responsibility Society Symptom Team Word Work
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
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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Connection Dreams Movement Reality Togetherness
There 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.
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Best Cooperation Decision Destruction Direction Illusion Management Power Reality Support
Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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Earth Illusion Meaning Philosophy Spiritual Transcendence World
My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Believe Code Journalist Media Myself Report Talk Word
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
A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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Side Story Woman
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
But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.
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Fantasy Feeling Hands Let Go Lost Moments
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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Afraid Death Himself Human Land Live Lonely Sea
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
What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
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Body God Healing Need Stars Terrorism

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