She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
THOMAS PYNCHONIt takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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Shall I project a world?
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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?
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What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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 screaming comes across the sky.
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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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To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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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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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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