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?
THOMAS PYNCHONBut 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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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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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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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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Why should things be easy to understand?
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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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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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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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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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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
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