There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
THOMAS PYNCHONAll 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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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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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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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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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything- or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.
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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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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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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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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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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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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Shall I project a world?
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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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