Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
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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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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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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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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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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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