“Yet after night fall most any layover here, it seemed that they ended up cruising the bleak arterials of dismal L.A. backwaters,… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Don't forget the real business of the war is buying and selling. The murdering and the violence are self-policing, and can be… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Business of all kinds, over the centuries, had atrophied certain sense receptors and areas of the human brain, so that for most… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Projectors, Brokers of Capital, Insurancers, Peddlers upon the global Scale, Enterprisers and Quacks,— these are the last poor fallen and feckless inheritors… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Losing faith is a complicated business and takes time. There are no epiphanies, no "moments of truth." It takes much thought and… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Don't forget the real business of war is buying and selling. The murdering and violence are self-policing, and can be entrusted to… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Astronomy is as soil'd at the hands of the Pelhamites as ev'ry other Business in this Kingdom,— and we ever at the… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Street cred. Anybody who got in before ’97 is considered OK – from ’97 to 2000 it can go either way, maybe… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“People read what news they wanted to and each accordingly built his own rathouse of history's rags and straws.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“As spread thighs are to the libertine...so was the letter V to young Stencil.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“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 Image
If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
