Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
THOMAS PYNCHONIt 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.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
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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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There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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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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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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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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