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. Thomas Pynchon More Quotes by Thomas Pynchon More Quotes From Thomas Pynchon He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in. Thomas Pynchon homesickness born suffering You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures. Thomas Pynchon creatures masters may He was visited on a lunar basis by these great unspecific waves of horniness, whereby all women within a certain age group and figure envelope became immediately and impossibly desirable. He emerged from these spells with eyeballs still oscillating and a wish that his neck could rotate through the full 360 degrees. Thomas Pynchon groups age wish All variables are independent. Thomas Pynchon variables independent A weapon based on Time . . ." mused Viktor Mulciber. "Well, why not? The one force no one knows how to defeat, resist, or reverse. It kills all forms of life sooner or later. With a Time-weapon you could become the most feared person in history." "I'd rather be loved," said Root. Mulciber shrugged. "You're young. Thomas Pynchon why-not weapons roots They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up. Thomas Pynchon plot 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. Thomas Pynchon shopping california cities For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on and fill up the entire lens space and never dry. She could carry the sadness of the moment with her that way forever, see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry. Thomas Pynchon sadness space forever 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. Thomas Pynchon evil men people We are here among you as seekers of refuge from our present-your future-a time of worldwide famine, exhausted fuel supplies, terminal poverty-the end of the capitalistic experiment. Once we came to understand the simpl...truth that earth's resources were limited, in fact soon to run out, the whole capitalistic illusion fell to pieces. Those of us who spoke this truth were denounced as heretics, as enemies of the prevailing economic faith. Like religious Dissenters of an earlier day. Thomas Pynchon religious running enemy Hey, over here! Have your picture taken with a reclusive author! Today only, we'll throw in a free autograph! But wait, there's more! Thomas Pynchon hey taken waiting There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance. Thomas Pynchon differences behavior chance Laboring through a world every day more stultified, which expected salvation in codes and governments, ever more willing to settle for suburban narratives and diminished payoffs--what were the chances of finding anyone else seeking to transcend that, and not even particularly aware of it? Thomas Pynchon narrative government world My mother is the war,' declares Roger Mexico, leaning over to open the door. Thomas Pynchon mother doors war She touched the edge of its voluptuous field, knowing it would be lovely beyond dreams simply to submit to it; that not gravity's pull, laws of ballistics, feral ravening, promised more delight. She tested it, shivering: I am meant to remember. Each clue that comes is supposed to have its own clarity, its fine chances for permanence. But then she wondered if the gemlike "clues" were only some kind of compensation. To make up for her having lost the direct, epileptic Word, the cry that might abolish the night. Thomas Pynchon law dream night Shall I project a world? Thomas Pynchon projects world What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing? Thomas Pynchon rainbow stars healing Liebig himself seems to have occupied the role of a gate, or sorting-demon, such as his younger contemporary Clerk Maxwell once proposed, helping to concentrate energy into one favored room of the Creation at the expense of everything else. Thomas Pynchon clerks roles energy [Oedipa Maas] awoke at last to find herself getting laid. Thomas Pynchon maa getting-laid lasts What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one's enemy only when his back is turned? Thomas Pynchon age men enemy
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