The reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
THOMAS PYNCHONEvery weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
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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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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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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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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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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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