My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
THOMAS PYNCHONCan’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Shall I project a world?
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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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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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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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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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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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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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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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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