“remember didn't you sneak away from camp to have a moment alone with What you felt stirring across the land . .… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Every mode of violent death available to Renaissance man, including a lye pit, land mines, a trained falcon with envenom'd talons, is… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Death has come in the pantry door: stands watching them, iron and patient, with a look that says try to tickle me. •” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“...a million bureaucrats are diligently plotting death and some of them even know it...” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“The object of life is to make sure you die a weird death. To make sure that, however it finds you, it… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“It would all be done with keys on alphanumeric keyboards that stood for weightless, invisible chains of electronic presence or absence. If… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“And one cried wee, wee, wee, all the way—" Jessica breaking down in a giggle as he reaches for the spot along… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“If patterns of ones and zeros were “like” patterns of human lives and deaths, if everything about an individual could be represented… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Young Tchitcherine was the one who brought up political narcotics. Opiates of the people. Wimpe smiled back. An old, old smile to… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“What's a colony without its dusky natives? Where's the fun if they're all going to die off? Just a big chunk of… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
So generation after generation of men in love with pain and passivity serve out their time in the Zone, silent, redolent of… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“I think that there is a terrible possibility now, in the World. We may not brush it away, we must look at… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Shit now is the color white folks are afraid of. Shit is the presence of death, not some abstract-arty character with a… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“That, indeed, the Home Front is something of a fiction and lie, designed, not too subtly, to draw them apart, to subvert… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“But underneath all this reasonable talk, this scientific speculating, no white Afrikaner could quite put down the way it felt…Something sinister was… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“It's nothing he can see or lay hands on - sudden gases, a violence upon the air and no trace afterward... a… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Whenever I put the headset on now," he'd continued, "I really do understand what I find there. When those kids sing about… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
If patterns of ones and zeros were 'like' patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented… — 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
“If patterns of ones and zeroes were "like" patterns of human lives and deaths, if everything about an individual could be represented… — 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
