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 PYNCHONTime is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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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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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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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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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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All variables are independent.
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They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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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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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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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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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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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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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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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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