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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 39db209 | there was the old hippie-hating mad dog himself, moonlighting after a busy day of civil-rights violation, as pitchman for Channel View Estates. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 79731e4 | Death has come in the pantry door: stands watching them, iron and patient, with a look that says try to tickle me. * | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 7dbc77e | Wer die Wahrheit beansprucht, den verlasst sie. In Dienst genommen oder gezwungen wird die Historik stets nur von niedrigen Interessen. Sie ist zu unschuldig, als dass man sie in Griffweite irgendeines Machthabers lassen konnte-, der sie nur zu beruhren braucht, und ihre ganze Glaubwurdigkeit ist in einem Augenblick dahin, als ware sie nie gewesen. Sie muss vielmehr liebevoll und in allen Ehren umsorgt werden, und zwar von Fabulisten und Fa.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 25007db | Will Postwar be nothing but "events," newly created one moment to the next? No links? Is it the end of history?" -- | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| ce68bad | and isn't it the curse of the drifter, the desolation of heart we feel each evening at sundown, with the slow loop of the river out there just for a half a minute, catching the last light, pregnant with the city in all its density and wonder, the possibilities never to be counted, much less lived into, by the likes of us, don't you see, for we're only passing through, we're already ghosts. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 4b2e750 | Down here everything was dark, but up there the gray conglomerate was being struck by the final light of day to an unanswerable brilliance. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| d62b1c6 | What the road really was, she fancied, was this hypodermic needle, inserted somewhere ahead into the vein of a freeway, a vein nourishing the mainliner L.A., keeping it happy, coherent, protected from pain, or whatever passes, with a city, for pain. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 03c4360 | The Man has a branch office in each of our brains, his corporate emblem is a white albatross, each local rep has a cover known as the Ego, and their mission in this world is Bad Shit. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 8ff6c53 | It's always night, or we wouldn't need light. -- | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| a785316 | She would give them order, she would create constellations | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 6699fb2 | It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted ... secretly, it was being dictated instead by the needs of technology ... by a conspiracy between human beings and techniques, by something that needed the energy-burst of war, crying, "Money be damned, the very life of [insert name of Nation] is at stake," but meaning, most likely, dawn is nearly here, I need my night's blood.. | technology war | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 7a15d39 | Can I say something out loud? Is anybody listening?" "Everybody. Nobody. Does it matter?" | paranoiac paranoid | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 156e4aa | Ah, I understand", murmured the imperial scapegrace. Turning to the room: "When Franz Ferdinand drinks", he cried, "everybody drinks!" Which helped restore a level of civility in the room, and soon even of cheer, as smart neckties were soaked in suds, the piano player came back from under the bar, and people in the room resumed dancing syncopated two-steps. After a while someone started singing "All Pimps Look Alike to Me", and half the roo.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 752ba4d | At the ukulele workshop that summer. He lectured on the four-note chord in the context of timelessness, and described himself then as a Quaternionist. We had quickly discovered our common love of the instrument," Miles recalled," and discussed the widespread contempt in which ukulele players are held-- traceable, we concluded, to the uke's all-but-exclusive employment as a producer of chords--single, timeless events apprehended all at once .. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 128bdb3 | If it had been an outright junkyard, probably he could have stuck things out, made a career: the violence that had caused each wreck being infrequent enough, far enough away from him, to be miraculous, as each death, up till the moment of our own, is miraculous. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 4b4dba9 | 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. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| cc096c7 | Aitisi nai poroja," replied Veikko, a pleasantry long grown routine, meaning, "Your mother fucks reindeer." | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 5aa0afc | Bigfoot didn't answer but there were times Doc could hear his silences, and this one was saying Too Much You Can't Know About So Fuck Off. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 22393c5 | Like 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 | ||
| cfa4763 | One mild and ordinary work-morning in Chicago, Lew happened to find himself on a public conveyance, head and eyes inclined nowhere in particular, when he entered, all too briefly, a condition he had no memory of having sought, which he later came to think of as grace. Despite the sorry history of rapid transit in this city, the corporate neglect and high likelihood of collision, injury, and death, the weekday-morning overture blared along a.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 1e7ab51 | The Northern Lights which had drawn them from their childhood beds in lower latitudes on so many deep winter nights, while summoning in their parents obscure feelings of dread, could now be viewed up here at any time from within, at altitude, in heavenwide pulses of color, dense sheets and billows and colonnades of light and current, in transfiguration unceasing. In small, remote corners of the planet nobody was paying much attention to, be.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| e464687 | Anyone who wonders what Imps look like in their Middle Years would be perhaps more than satisfied with Shelby's Phiz at the moment,-- Malice undiminish'd, with a Daily Schedule that leaves him too little time to express it. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| d387cf3 | I have look'd on Worlds far distant, their Beauty how pitiless. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 574569c | Leunagasolin, such as, oh, the Moss Creature here, brightest | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 751f6a7 | Doubt is the essence of Christ. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 82ab5be | SHE CAME ALONG THE ALLEY AND UP THE BACK STEPS THE WAY she always used to. Doc hadn't seen her for over a year. Nobody had. Back then it was always sandals, bottom half of a flower-print bikini, faded Country Joe & the Fish T-shirt. Tonight she was all in flatland gear, hair a lot shorter than he remembered, | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| a0a561a | My colleague Michael Harris, a distinguished number theorist at the Institut de Mathematiques de Jussieu in Paris, has a theory that three of Thomas Pynchon's major novels are governed by the three conic sections: Gravity's Rainbow is about paraboloas (all those rockets, launching, dropping!), Mason & Dixon about ellipses, and Against the Day about hyperbolas. This seems as good to me as any other organizing theory of these novels I've enco.. | Jordan Ellenberg | ||
| 7179ff6 | She is prey to interior winds he never felt. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 5408829 | Whether V. be the eternal feminine of Goethe or the great Goddess of Graves, symptom or cause of the chaos of the twentieth century, blighter or ghastly redeemer of the waste land, Western Civilization, as Pynchon sees it, is caught in a dying fall. Randomly dispersed natural energies, creeping inanimateness, rampant colonialism and racism, expiring romanticism, perverted sexuality, degenerate politics, and holocaustic wars have turned the .. | Joseph W. Slade | ||
| d03dde8 | THE SUN CAME UP a baleful smear in the sky, not quite shapeless, in fact able to assume the appearance of a device immediately recognizable yet unnamable, so widely familiar that the inability to name it passed from simple frustration to a felt dread, whose intricacy deepened almost moment to moment . . . its name a word of power, not to be spoken aloud, not even to be remembered in silence. All around lay ambushes of the bad ice, latent pr.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 4c66a36 | We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified. | Aesop | ||
| f83c5ed | Great cultural changes begin in affectation and end in routine. | Affectation | ||
| 1d9bf98 | Nothing voiced--all hisses, a serpent, vengeful, relentless," they raved. Others attested to languages long dead to the world, though of course known to their reporters. "The man-shaped light shall not deliver you," it allegedly declared, and, "Flames were always your destiny, my children." Its children-- Is it worth anyone's while now to journey out those starfish corridors where they suffer, each behind his door of oak and iron, the penan.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| fd90c8e | Nothing voiced--all hisses, a serpent, vengeful, relentless," they raved. Others attested to languages long dead to the world, though of course known to their reporters. "The man-shaped light shall not deliver you," it allegedly declared, and, "Flames were always your destiny, my children." Its children-- Is it worth anyone's while now to journey out those starfish corridors where they suffer, each behind his door of oak and iron, the penan.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 305a9c3 | young man. Meet me at my place. Gluck." So" | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| aa1b8d3 | So the city became the material expression of a particular loss of innocence--not sexual or political innocence but somehow a shared dream of what a city might at its best prove to be--its inhabitants became, and have remained, an embittered and amnesiac race, wounded but unable to connect through memory to the moment of the injury, unable to summon the face of their violator. Out of that night and day of unconditional wrath, folks would've.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 77d4aa7 | Astronomy is as soil'd at the hands of the Pelhamites as ev'ry other Business in this Kingdom,-- and we ever at the mercy of Place-jobbery, as much as any Nincompoop at Court. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| b943b10 | Latitudes and Departures | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| dfdcb96 | Roger's heart grows erect, and comes. That's really how it feels. Up sharply to skin level in a V around his centerline, washing over his nipples... it is love, it is amazing. | orgasm pynchon sex | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 428da42 | A todo el mundo se le dice que escriba acerca de lo que conoce. El problema para muchos de nosotros es que en la juventud creemos saberlo todo o, por decirlo de un modo mas util, con frecuencia desconocemos el alcance y la estructura de nuestra ignorancia, la cual no es solo un espacio en blanco en el mapa mental de una persona, sino que tiene contornos y coherencia y, por lo que se, tambien tiene sus normas"." | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 246ef46 | But authorship is not to be denied. Not even if you are Thomas Pynchon and stonewall all attempts to establish your actual existence. My own feeling is that Pynchon does not exist, and neither do the last five hundred pages of Gravity's Rainbow, but there is no question whatsoever that Thomas Pynchon is an author. | Roy Blount Jr. | ||
| 35c3d36 | Proverbs for Paranoids, 4: You hide, they seek. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| d7b260b | You're so sick, Oedipa, she told herself, or the room, which knew. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 315702b | staff who claim not to know a word of English beyond "awesome" and "sucks," which for a vast range of human endeavor, actually, is more than enough . . ." | Thomas Pynchon |