Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“She had heard all about excluded middles ; they were bad shit, to be avoided...” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“She had heard all about excluded middles; they were bad shit, to be avoided; and how had it ever happened here, with… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn't felt it… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Though she knew even less about radios than about Southern Californians, there were to both outward patterns a hieroglyphic sense of concealed… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“You’re chicken, she told herself, snapping her seat belt. This is America, you live in it, you let it happen. Let it… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Before long, Maxine finds herself wandering around clicking on everything, faces, litter on the floor, labels on bottles behind the bar, after… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
But on the way home tonight, you wish you'd picked him up, held him a bit. Just held him, very close to… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“There had hung the sense of buffering, insulation, she had noticed the absence of an intensity, as if watching a movie, just… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“How strange tonight, this city. As if something trembled below its surface, waiting to burst through.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“It was one of those great iron afternoons in London: the yellow sun being teased apart by a thoasand chimneys breathing, fawning upward without… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“Surely for as long as there have been nights as bad as this one---something to raise the possibility of another night that could actually,… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“People read what news they wanted to and each accordingly built his own rathouse of history's rags and straws.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“Out of that night and day of unconditional wrath, folks would've expected to see any city, if it survived, all newly reborn, purified by… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“As spread thighs are to the libertine...so was the letter V to young Stencil.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“Oedipa wondered whether, at the end of this (if it were supposed to end), she too might not be left with only compiled memories… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“remember didn't you sneak away from camp to have a moment alone with What you felt stirring across the land . . . it… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“Through rain...then through dreaming glass, green with the evening. And herself in chair, old-fashioned, bonneted, looking west over the deck of Earth, inferno red… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“She knew instinctively: he will be fine as the fraternity boy just out of an Ivy League school who knows he will never stop… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
“Listen to anything and take it apart again. Spectrum analysis, in my head. I can break down chords, and timbres, and words too into… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share
