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 PYNCHONFor every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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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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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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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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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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If there is something comforting – religious, if you want – about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.
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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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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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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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Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
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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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