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.
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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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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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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To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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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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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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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All variables are independent.
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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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