“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
“They sit there for a minute while unknown forms of life pursue recreational activities in their food.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Man, I want to die, is all," cried Ploy. "Don't you know," said Dahoud, "that life is the most precious possession you… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“It seemed to him [Otto Kugelblitz] obvious that the human life span runs through the varieties of mental disorder as understood in… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Sometimes things aren’t very clear, that’s all. Things look like they’re going against us, and though it always turns out fine at… — 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
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
“ ... as long as American life was something to be escaped from, the cartel would always be assured a bottomless pool… — 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
“Perhaps the only reason they survived, Stencil reasoned, was that they were not alone. God knew how many more there were with… — 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
Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Man, I want to die, is all,' cried Ploy. 'Don't you know,' said Dahoud, 'that life is the most precious possession you… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Reclaimed by the small-time day-to-day, pretending life is Back To Normal, wrapping herself shivering against contingency's winter in some threadbare blanket of… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“But as we all know, rock ‘n’ roll will never die, and education too, as Henry Adams always sez, keeps going on… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“he could still never accept the way each owner, each shadow, filed in only to exchange a dented, malfunctioning version of himself… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“The silences here are retreats of sound, like the retreat of the surf before a tidal wave: sound draining away, down slopes… — 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
MARG: You are so close.STEN: To whom? Margravine, not even to himself. This place, this island: all his life he's done nothing… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Tito snored away on the other bed. Out there, all around them to the last fringes of occupancy, were Toobfreex at play… — 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
“His life had been tied to the past. He’d seen himself a point on a moving wavefront, propagating through sterile history—a known… — 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
