I came," she said, "hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy." Cherish it!" cried Hilarious, fiercely. "What else do any… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
There is a theory going around that the U.S.A. was and still is a gigantic Masonic plot under the ultimate control of… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’…but he could never tell her all the rest,… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
The reality is in this head. Mine. I'm the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
The anarchist is dressed all in black. In the dark you can only see his eyes. It dates from the 1930's. Porky… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Some typewriters in Whitehall, in the Pentagon, killed more civilians than our little A4 could have ever hoped to. — 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
