Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
THOMAS PYNCHONTeamwork,” 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.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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Shall I project a world?
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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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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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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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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts–census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
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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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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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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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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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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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But 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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