Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read. Thomas Pynchon More Quotes by Thomas Pynchon More Quotes From Thomas Pynchon I came," she said, "hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy." Cherish it!" cried Hilarious, fiercely. "What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by it's little tentacle, don't let the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the others. You begin to cease to be. Thomas Pynchon fantasy poison littles The Lord's angel, Gebrail, dictated the Koran to Mohammed the Lord's Prophet. What a joke if all that holy book were only twenty-three years of listening to the desert. A desert which has no voice. Thomas Pynchon angel book years What’s this? What are the antagonists doing here – infiltrating their own audience? Well, they’re not really. It’s somebody else’s audience at the moment, and these nightly spectacles are an appreciable part of the darkside hours of life of the rocket capital. The chances for any paradox here, really, are less than you think. Thomas Pynchon rockets chance thinking It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads. Thomas Pynchon desire littles men Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do. Thomas Pynchon idle essence dream Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth. Thomas Pynchon hieroglyphics paranoia earth Who claims Truth, Truth abandons. History is hir'd, or coerc'd, only in Interests that must ever prove base. She is too innocent, to be left within the reach of anyone in Power,- who need but touch her, and all her Credit is in the instant vanish'd, as if it had never been. She needs rather to be tended lovingly and honorably by fabulists and counterfeiters, Ballad-Mongers and Cranks of ev'ry Radius, Masters of Disguise to provide her the Costume, Toilette, and Bearing, and Speech nimble enough to keep her beyond the Desires, or even the Curiosity, of Government. Thomas Pynchon government curiosity desire Losing faith is a complicated business and takes time. There are no epiphanies, no "moments of truth." It takes much thought and concentration in the later phases, which thenselves come about through an accumulation of small accidents: examples of general injustice, misfortune falling upon the godly, prayers of one's own unanswered. Thomas Pynchon godly prayer fall Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it's all--hahhhh. Thomas Pynchon air beer funny Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much. Thomas Pynchon garlic kitchen too-much Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up. Thomas Pynchon wake-up tomorrow peace 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. Thomas Pynchon events trying character Someday it'll all be done by machine. Information machines. Thomas Pynchon machines information done If patterns of ones and zeros were 'like' patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths? Thomas Pynchon life science death There is a theory going around that the U.S.A. was and still is a gigantic Masonic plot under the ultimate control of the group known as the Illuminati. It is difficult to look for long at the strange single eye crowning the pyramid which is found on every dollar bill and not begin to believe the story, a little. Too many anarchists in 19th-century Europe—Bakunin, Proudhon, Salverio Friscia—were Masons for it to be pure chance. Lovers of global conspiracy, not all of them Catholic, can count on the Masons for a few good shivers and voids when all else fails. Thomas Pynchon eye pyramids believe It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional. Thomas Pynchon desks writing rooms Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together. Thomas Pynchon flying real dream Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you. Thomas Pynchon relevance despair It is a curve each of them feels, unmistakably. It is the parabola. They must have guessed, once or twice - guessed and refused to believe - that everything, always, collectively, had been moving toward that purified shape latent in the sky, that shape of no surprise, no second chance, no return. Yet they do move forever under it, reserved for its own black-and-white bad news certainly as if it were the rainbow, and they its children... Thomas Pynchon believe children moving 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 Pynchon loneliness land dying
