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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.

Thomas Pynchon

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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Boy Dreams Himself Life Man Myself Old Thinking
You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Creature God Himself People Touch Yourself
Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Day Myself Peace Wake Up
Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Despair Herself Sex Yourself
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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Grief Mistake Offering Privacy Support World
Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Blessing Dreams Home Night Protection Yourself
If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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Question Worry Wrong Yourself
They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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Let Go Planning Sleep
Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts–census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
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Freedom Identity Name Place Purpose Road
All variables are independent.
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Independent One Liner Variable
It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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Confession Happiness Room Transformation Writing
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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Dreams Ghost Image Life Passage Past Space Word Yourself
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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Body God Healing Need Stars Terrorism
He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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Born Decision Greatness Home Sick Suffering Temporary
Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Illusion Invisible Temporary Yourself
Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Book Reading Time Wasted Time Yourself

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