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?
THOMAS PYNCHONA woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
More Thomas Pynchon Quotes
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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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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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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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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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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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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 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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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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