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.
THOMAS PYNCHONWhat 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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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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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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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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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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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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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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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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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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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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