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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 66e1dba | Zoyd was out of smokes. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 005300d | Meanwhile, back in the torture room, the cardinal is now being forced to bleed into a chalice and consecrate his own blood, not to God, but to Satan. They also cut off his big toe, and he is made to hold it up like a Host and say, "This is my body," the keenwitted Angelo observing that it's the first time he's told anything like the truth in fifty years of systematic lying." | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 171c6a3 | Time of course has showed the question up in all its young illogic. We can justify any apologia simply by calling life a successive rejection of personalities. No apologia I s any more than a romance--half a fiction--in which all the successive identities are taken on and rejected by the writer as a function of linear time are treated as separate characters. The writing itself even constitutes another rejection, another "character" added to.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 5aabb5a | Pirate and Osbie Feel are leaning on their roof-ledge, a magnificent sunset across and up the winding river, the imperial serpant, crowds of factories, flats, parks, smoky spires and gables, incandescent sky casting downward across the miles of deep streets and roofs cluttering and sinuous river Thames a drastic strain of burnt orange, to remind a visitor of his mortal transience here, to seal or empty all the doors and windows in sight to .. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 978fde9 | Could we have been so much in the midst of life? With such a sense of grand adventure about it all? | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 0c11bc0 | Man, I want to die, is all," cried Ploy. "Don't you know," said Dahoud, "that life is the most precious possession you have?" | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 53b1b32 | For that moment at least they seemed to give up external plans, theories, and codes, even the inescapable romantic curiosity about one another, to indulge in being simply and purely young, to share that sense of the world's affliction, that outgoing sorrow at the spectacle of Our Human Condition which anyone this age regards as reward or gratuity for having survived adolescence. For them the music was sweet and painful, the strolling chains.. | love me you youth | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 4a2f1c8 | Oh, THE WORLD OVER THERE, it's So hard to explain! Just-like, a dream's-got, lost in yer brain! | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 4fabc54 | I think that there is a terrible possibility now, in the World. We may not brush it away, we must look at it. It is possible that They will not die. That it is now within the state of Their art to go on forever - though we, of course, will keep dying as we always have. Death has been the source of Their power. It was easy enough for us to see that. If we are here once, only once, then clearly we are here to take what we can while we may. If.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 88410bf | Each day the mythical return Enzian dreamed of seems less possible. Once it was necessary to know uniforms, insignia, airplane markings, to observe boundaries. But by now too many choices have been made. The single root lost, way back there in the May desolation. Each bird has his branch now, and each one is the Zone. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| e536a6e | She had heard all about excluded middles ; they were bad shit, to be avoided... | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| bc1f068 | On the face of it," Vehi Fairfield said finally, "two separate worlds, each unaware of the other. But they always connect someplace." -- | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 9cd0c71 | Everybody out on the sidewalk is a pedestrian Mercedes, wallowing in entitlement--colliding, snarling, shoving ahead without even the hollow-to-begin-with local euphemism "Excuse me." | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 34168f7 | part of me must have really wanted to believe--like a child hearing, in perfect safety, a tale of horror--that the unconscious would be like any other room, once the light was let in. That the dark shapes would resolve only into toy horses and Biedermeyer furniture. That therapy could tame it after all, bring it into society with no fear of its someday reverting. I wanted to believe, despite everything my life had been. Can you imagine? | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| d11005f | Everyone watching over his shoulder, Free French plotting revenge on Vichy traitors, Lublin Communists drawing beads on Varsovian shadow-ministers, ELAS Greeks stalking royalists, unrepatriable dreamers of all languages hoping through will, fist, prayer to bring back kings, republics, pretenders, summer anarchisms that perished before the first crops were in . . . some dying wretchedly, nameless, under ice-and-snow surfaces of bomb craters .. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 24fe971 | At one edge of the base, pressed between the fenceline and the sea, shimmered the pale archways and columns, the madrone and wind-shaped cypresses of the clifftop campus of College of the Surf. Against the somber military blankness at its back, here was a lively beachhead of drugs, sex, and rock and roll, the strains of subversive music day and night, accompanied by tambourines and harmonicas, reaching like fog through the fence, up the dry.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 4b5ae51 | Indoors, the evening gets you'd say festive, with Maxine riding Horst for the better part of an hour, not that it's anybody's business of course, and coming a number of times, at last fiercely in sync with Horst, not long after which, owing to some extrasensory cue from the television, whose mute feature has been engaged, they surface from their post-orgy daze in time to witness Derek Jeter's clutch tenth-inning homer and another trademark .. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 47e2036 | 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? | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 8d195f7 | Listen to me, Defecates-with-Pigeons. Long before any of you came here, we dream'd of you. All the people, even Nations far to the South and the West, dreamt you before ever we saw you,-- we believ'd that you came from some other World, or the Sky. You had Powers and we respected them. Yet you never dream'd of us, and when at last you saw us, wish'd only to destroy us. Then the killing started,-- some of you, some of us,-- but not nearly as.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| d88d0c9 | It appears that some part of Slothrop ran into the AWOL Dzabajev one night in the heart of downtown Niederschaumdorf. (Some believe that fragments of Slothrop have grown into consistent personae of their own. If so, there's no telling which of the Zone's present-day population are offshoots of his original scattering. There's supposed to be a last photograph of him on the only record album ever put out by The Fool, an English rock group--se.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 689562f | Last apricot light flooded landward and brought their shadows uphill, past the lifeguard towers, into terraces of bougainvillea, rhododendrons, and ice plant. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 0efa3cb | Look at it, every day more lusers than users, keyboards and screens turning into nothin but portals to Web sites for what Management wants everybody addicted to, shopping games, jerking off, streaming endless garbage- | internet-addiction streaming | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 603fe37 | 1904 was the year the American Food and Drug people took the cocaine out of Coca-Cola, which gave us an alcoholic and death oriented generation of Yanks ideally equipped to fight WW II. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 9d1d142 | Tchitcherine: "You mean phosphate, don't you?" Thinks ...Wimpe: "I mean phosphate, Vaslav," ." | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 7f9b9c0 | It was as if whatever had happened had reached some kind of limit. It was like finding the gateway to the past unguarded, unforbidden because it didn't have to be. Built into the act of return finally was this glittering mosaic of doubt. Something like what Sauncho's colleagues in marine insurance liked to call inherent vice. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 9070b52 | One minute you're gettin a nice blow job, the next it's like fuckin Vietnam, assault teams everyplace you look, scuba units climbin out of the Jacuzzi, chicks runnin around screaming. . . . | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 679c7e5 | Someday it'll all be done by machine. Information machines. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 0a4af24 | A city uninhabited is different. Different from what a "normal" observer, straggling in the dark - the occasional dark - would see. It is a universal sin among the false-animate or unimaginative to refuse to let well enough alone. Their compulsion to gather together, their pathological fear of loneliness extends on past the threshold of sleep; so that when they turn the corner, as we all must, as we all have done and do - some more than oth.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 6e02b40 | Some of us are Outlaws, and some Trespassers upon the very World. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| c58ee48 | Colder than the nipple on a witch's tit! Colder than a bucket of penguin shit! Colder than the hairs of a polar bear's ass! Colder than the frost on a champagne glass! | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| e89bcef | The silences here are retreats of sound, like the retreat of the surf before a tidal wave: sound draining away, down slopes of acoustic passage, to gather, someplace else, to a great surge of noise. | silence | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 4f5cca4 | There are more places you haven't heard of then you're heard of!' I loved that | travel world | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 2b695c8 | I became convinced that the advanced industrial countries, through international organizations like the International Monetary Fund (IMF), the World Trade Organization (WTO), and the World Bank, were not only not doing all that they could to help these [developing] countries but were sometimes making their life more difficult. IMF programs had clearly worsened the East Asian crisis, and the "shock therapy" they had pushed in the former Sovi.. | imf politics | Joseph E. Stiglitz | |
| e942fff | Americans all benefit from the physical and institutional infrastructure that has developed from the country's collective efforts over generations. | Joseph E. Stiglitz | ||
| 0304c3a | The head of Goldman Sachs, Lloyd Blankfein, made it perfectly clear: sophisticated investors don't, or at least shouldn't, rely on trust. Those who bought the products the banks sold were consenting adults who should have known better. | Joseph E. Stiglitz | ||
| c5dd87b | Part of the reason for this is that much of America's inequality is the result of market distortions, with incentives directed not at creating new wealth but at taking it from others. | Joseph E. Stiglitz | ||
| 8e22249 | The top 1 percent have the best houses, the best educations, the best doctors, and the best lifestyles, but there is one thing that money doesn't seem to have bought: an understanding that their fate is bound up with how the other 99 percent live. | Joseph E. Stiglitz | ||
| c01fc83 | I decided we should get married no more of this running-through-the-rain shit. We should live in the same place, sleep in the same bed at night, wake up together in the morning, and whenever there's a tornado, I can take care of you and watch Baseball at the same time. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| afe9965 | I'd think, One of the times she leaves will be the last time I see her. It destroyed me. I didn't want us to have a last time, and that was how I realized I'd fallen in love with you. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| c88a479 | In general, I have no desire to ever have another conversation about Hillary Clinton, to debate the role her gender played. I'm not sure I want to have any conversation about sexism. If someone doesn't see that gender played a huge role, why would I waste my time trying to convince them? | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 30e90d7 | There's a belief that to take care of someone else, or to let someone else take care of you-that both are inherently unfeminist. I don't agree. There's no shame in devoting yourself to another person, as long as he devotes himself to you in return. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 6ffb855 | Part of getting what you want is asking for it. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 89e7d8f | My heart clutched - it was one of those moments when you feel time is a rug that's been yanked out from under you; everything around you has changed so gradually that it is only all at one you look up and realize how different your life has become. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 4c2148f | A reality show isn't unlike the Nobel Peace Prize, then," Mr. Bennet said. "In that they both require nominations." | Curtis Sittenfeld |