A screaming comes across the sky.
THOMAS PYNCHONThrough the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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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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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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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Life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
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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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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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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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Shall I project a world?
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