Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
THOMAS PYNCHONTo have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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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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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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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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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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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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A screaming comes across the sky.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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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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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.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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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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