Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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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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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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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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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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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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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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All variables are independent.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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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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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.
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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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