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.
THOMAS PYNCHONLove with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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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.
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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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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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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.
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