Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
THOMAS PYNCHONWhat are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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If patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths?
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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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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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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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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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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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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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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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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She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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