“Do you remember that piece of footage on the local news, just as the first tower comes down, woman runs in off… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“And what we’ve been always been is…?” “Is living on borrowed time. Never caring about who’s paying for it, who’s starving somewhere… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“They have had their moment of freedom. Webley has only been a guest star. Now it’s back to the cages and the… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Not if you’ve been where we have. Forty years ago, in Südwest, we were nearly exterminated. There was no reason. Can you… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Laboring through a world every day more stultified, which expected salvation in codes and governments, ever more willing to settle for suburban… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“In the trenches of the First World War, English men came to love one another decently, without shame or make-believe, under the… — 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
