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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.

Thomas Pynchon

There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Behavior Belief Chance Difference God Luck Operation Purity
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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Animal Break Freedom Healing Kind Loud Nature Plant Preserve Theory
Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Intense Time
Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Blessing Dreams Home Night Protection Yourself
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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Computer Creature Death Human Kind Live Mathematics Patten Record Representation
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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Body God Healing Need Stars Terrorism
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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Freedom Identity Name Place Purpose Road
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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Education Herself Rise See Structure Sun Thinking
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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Beautiful Body Face Herself Light Live Moments Peace Simplicity Sun Thinking
I was dreaming about my grandfather. A very old man, at least as old as I am now, 91. I thought, when I was a boy, that he had been 91 all his life. Now I feel as if I have been 91 all my life.
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Boy Dreams Himself Life Man Myself Old Thinking
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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Eyes Head Reality Universe Visible
What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.
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Evil Goodness Meaning Myself People Sold Trust
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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Dreams Ghost Image Life Passage Past Space Word Yourself
There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Emotion Realist Sentimental
You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Creature God Himself People Touch Yourself
All variables are independent.
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Independent One Liner Variable

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