Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
THOMAS PYNCHONWhat, 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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All variables are independent.
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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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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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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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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Teamwork,” Koteks snarled, “is one word for it, yeah. What it really is is a way to avoid responsibility. It’s a symptom of the gutlessness of the whole society.
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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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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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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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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Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything- or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.
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What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove’s difference and the universe can be on into a whole ‘nother song.
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But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.
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