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.
THOMAS PYNCHONIf 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.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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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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You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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All variables are independent.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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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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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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