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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.

Thomas Pynchon

A screaming comes across the sky.
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One Liner Scream Sky
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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Color Device Herself Lover Replacement
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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Convince Difficult Growth Humanity Spiritual
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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Grief Mistake Offering Privacy Support World
There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Emotion Realist Sentimental
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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Amazing exchange Information Reality Sanity Woman Wonderful Wrong
Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Intense Time
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
Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Illusion Invisible Temporary Yourself
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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Evil Goodness Meaning Myself People Sold Trust
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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Afraid Belief Division People Public Science
Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Computer Information Technology Transformation
All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.
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Animal Break Freedom Healing Kind Loud Nature Plant Preserve Theory
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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Education Herself Rise See Structure Sun Thinking
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Abuse Greedy Love Machine Power Technology
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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Afraid Death Himself Human Land Live Lonely Sea
My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Believe Code Journalist Media Myself Report Talk Word
Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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Break Care Help Logic Public Yourself
Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Day Myself Peace Wake Up
Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Character Concept Death Page Writing Yourself
Shall I project a world?
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One Liner World
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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Difference Notice Place Record Universe Yourself
Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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History Moments Ourselves
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
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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Avoid Responsibility Society Symptom Team Word Work
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
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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Connection Dreams Movement Reality Togetherness

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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