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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.

Thomas Pynchon

Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
THOMAS PYNCHON

Myself Weird World
Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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Change Enough Hairs Life Yourself
What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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Age Enemy Himself Man
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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Comfortable Condition Connection Health Mental Religious Sick Worry
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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Fantasy Feeling Hands Let Go Lost Moments
Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Day Myself Peace Wake Up
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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Boy Dreams Himself Life Man Myself Old Thinking
Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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History Moments Ourselves
All variables are independent.
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Independent One Liner Variable
Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything- or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.
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Early Ignorance Life Ourselves Structure Trouble Writing
Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Computer Information Technology Transformation
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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Dreams Ghost Image Life Passage Past Space Word Yourself
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Abuse Greedy Love Machine Power Technology
Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Character Concept Death Page Writing Yourself
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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Blessing Desire Empty Man Woman
She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
THOMAS PYNCHON

Beautiful Body Face Herself Light Live Moments Peace Simplicity Sun Thinking

Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.

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