Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
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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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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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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A screaming comes across the sky.
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It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
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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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Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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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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