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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.

Thomas Pynchon

Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Despair Herself Sex Yourself
The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.
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Afraid Belief Division People Public Science
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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Best Cooperation Decision Destruction Direction Illusion Management Power Reality Support
They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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Let Go Planning Sleep
All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.
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Animal Break Freedom Healing Kind Loud Nature Plant Preserve Theory
If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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Question Worry Wrong Yourself
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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Afraid Death Himself Human Land Live Lonely Sea
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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Body God Healing Need Stars Terrorism
What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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Age Enemy Himself Man
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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Amazing exchange Information Reality Sanity Woman Wonderful Wrong
Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Myself Weird World
All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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Abstract Fear Human Investigation Mortal Time True
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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Education Herself Rise See Structure Sun Thinking
If the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault.
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Grief Mistake Offering Privacy Support World
There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Emotion Realist Sentimental
All variables are independent.
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Independent One Liner Variable

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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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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