All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
THOMAS PYNCHONThe 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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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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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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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Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.
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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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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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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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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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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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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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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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