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.
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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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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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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Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.
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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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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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