Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
THOMAS PYNCHONA woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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It is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.
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Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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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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If patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths?
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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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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.
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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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