Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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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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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The reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
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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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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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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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All variables are independent.
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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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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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 sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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Life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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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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