Shall I project a world?
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More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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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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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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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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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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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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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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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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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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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