The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.
THOMAS PYNCHONInformation. 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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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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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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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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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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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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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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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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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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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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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What 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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