It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
THOMAS PYNCHONIt all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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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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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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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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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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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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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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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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