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.
THOMAS PYNCHONOur history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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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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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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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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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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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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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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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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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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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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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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