I dream that I have found us both again, With spring so many strangers' lives away, And we, so free, Out walking… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“She has assisted at more than one Birth, has endur'd a hard-drinking and quarrelsome troop of Men-Folk,— who is this unfamily'd man… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“...part of me must have really wanted to believe--like a child hearing, in perfect safety, a tale of horror--that the unconscious would… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
It is a curve each of them feels, unmistakably. It is the parabola. They must have guessed, once or twice - guessed… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
The anarchist is dressed all in black. In the dark you can only see his eyes. It dates from the 1930's. Porky… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“...a child roaming the night who missed the death before birth as certain outcasts do the dear lulling blankness of the community...” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“What happens to men sometimes,' his father wants to tell Charlie, 'is that one day all at once they'll understand how much… — 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
