A screaming comes across the sky.
THOMAS PYNCHONLife’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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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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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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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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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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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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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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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts–census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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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.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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