“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
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
“If there is any political moral to be found in this world,” Stencil once wrote in his journal, “it is that we… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Perhaps the Ci-ty dreamed of an-other, en-emy city, float-ing across the sea to invade the es-tuary . . . or of waves… — 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
“At no point in this did Frank think he was dreaming, probably because he seldom remembered dreams, or paid attention to them… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“San Narciso was a name; an incident among our climatic records of dreams and what dreams became among our accumulated daylight, a… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Listen to me, Defecates-with-Pigeons. Long before any of you came here, we dream'd of you. All the people, even Nations far to… — 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
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
“he is every assertion the fucking War has ever made-that we are meant for work and government, for austerity: and these shall… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Was that how he'd died, she wondered, among dreams, crushed by the only ikon in the house?” — thomas pynchon Copy Share Image
“Kekulé dreams the Great Serpent holding its own tail in its mouth, the dreaming Serpent which surrounds the World. But the meanness,… — 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
