My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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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 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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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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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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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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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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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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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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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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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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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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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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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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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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