“Next worst thing to unrequited Love, isn't it? Insufficient hate.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Murphy's Law, that brash proletarian restatement of Godel's Theorem ... — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“That, indeed, the Home Front is something of a fiction and lie, designed, not too subtly, to draw them apart, to subvert… — 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
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
“She is the British warm that protects his stooping shoulders, and the wintering sparrow he holds inside his hands. She is his… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Why is your equation only for angels, Roger? Why can't we do something, down here? Couldn't there be an equation for us… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Damned Beaver/Jeremy is the War, he is every assertion the fucking War has ever made--that we are meant for work and government,… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Why? Why use the room as introduction to an apologia? Because the room, though windowless and cold at night, is a hothouse.… — 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… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Of all her putative fathers -- Max Schlepzig and masked extras on one side of the moving film, Franz Pökler and certainly… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“He is suddenly, dodderer and ass, taken by an ache in his skin, a simple love for them both that asks nothing… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Roger's heart grows erect, and comes. That's really how it feels. Up sharply to skin level in a V around his centerline,… — 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
“It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn't been smoking much and it wasn't headlights – but before she… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“You need to find true love, Doc." Actually, he thought, I'll settle for finding my way through this. His fingers, with a… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Want the Change," Rilke said, "O be inspired by the Flame!" To laurel, to nightingale, to wind... to *wanting* it, to be… — 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
“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
“The nights are filled with explosion and motor transport, and wind that brings them up over the downs a last smack of… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Jeremy will take her like the Angel itself, in his joyless weasel-worded come-along, and Roger will be forgotten, an amusing maniac, but… — 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
