Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
THOMAS PYNCHONIlls are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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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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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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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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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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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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A screaming comes across the sky.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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