Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
THOMAS PYNCHONThere was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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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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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.
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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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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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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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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
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