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A screaming comes across the sky.

Thomas Pynchon

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
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.
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Boy Dreams Himself Life Man Myself Old Thinking
It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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Confession Happiness Room Transformation Writing
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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Difference Notice Place Record Universe Yourself
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Fantasy Kind Vampire
All variables are independent.
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Independent One Liner Variable
Why should things be easy to understand?
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Easy Philosophy Understand
You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Creature God Himself People Touch Yourself
Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Book Reading Time Wasted Time Yourself
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
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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Evil Goodness Meaning Myself People Sold Trust
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
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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Convince Difficult Growth Humanity Spiritual
Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Dreams Essence Stupidity
Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Despair Herself Sex Yourself
Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Myself Weird World

A screaming comes across the sky.

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