Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
THOMAS PYNCHONBehind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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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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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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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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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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Shall I project a world?
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