Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.
THOMAS PYNCHONIdle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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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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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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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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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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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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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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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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