Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
THOMAS PYNCHONFor every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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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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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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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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You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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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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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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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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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 is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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