There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
THOMAS PYNCHONIf 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?
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Shall I project a world?
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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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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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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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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She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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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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