What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove’s difference and the universe can be on into a whole ‘nother song.
THOMAS PYNCHONThere 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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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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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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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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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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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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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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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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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Shall I project a world?
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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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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 me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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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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Why should things be easy to understand?
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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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