Explosion without an objective', declared Miles Blundell, 'is politics in its purest form'. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
While nobles are crying in their nights' chains, the squires sing. The terrible politics of the Grail can never touch them. Song… — 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
“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
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
“Tis useful nonetheless, now and then, to regard Politics here, as the greater American Question in Miniature,— in the way that Chess… — 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
“It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted …… — 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,… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Young Tchitcherine was the one who brought up political narcotics. Opiates of the people. Wimpe smiled back. An old, old smile to… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted…secretly, it… — 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
