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
“Dream tonight of peacock tails, Diamond fields and spouter whales. Ills are many, blessings few, But dreams tonight will shelter you. Let… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
So the city became the material expression of a particular loss of innocence – not sexual or political innocence but somehow a… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
She touched the edge of its voluptuous field, knowing it would be lovely beyond dreams simply to submit to it; that not… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Some mornings they awake and can believe that they traverse an Eden, unbearably fair in the Dawn, squandering all its Beauty, day… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Darkness invades the dreams of the glassblower. Of all the unpleasantries his dreams grab in out of the night air, an extinguished… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
I was dreaming ... about my grandfather. A very old man, at least as old as I am now, 91. I thought,… — 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
