Length is usually intensity. Not time.
THOMAS PYNCHONCan’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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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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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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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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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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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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 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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
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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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