My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
THOMAS PYNCHONBehind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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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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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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It is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.
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To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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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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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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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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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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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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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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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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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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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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All variables are independent.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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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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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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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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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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