Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
THOMAS PYNCHONShe 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.
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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Teamwork,” Koteks snarled, “is one word for it, yeah. What it really is is a way to avoid responsibility. It’s a symptom of the gutlessness of the whole society.
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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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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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Shall I project a world?
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It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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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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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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