“[...] times of great idealism carry equal chances for great corruptibility.” — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“In their brief time together Slothrop forms the impression that this octopus is not in good mental health, though where's his basis… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Bigfoot didn’t answer but there were times Doc could hear his silences, and this one was saying Too Much You Can’t Know… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“The Right can only live and work hermetically, in the hothouse of the past, while outside the Left prosecute their affairs in… — 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
“But Lord Blatherard Osmo was able at last to devote all of his time to Novi Pazar. Early in 1939, he was… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn't felt it… — 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 the city became the material expression of a particular loss of innocence – not sexual or political innocence but somehow a… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“There came to McClintic something it was time he got around to seeing: that the only way clear of the cool/crazy flipflop… — 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
But on the way home tonight, you wish you'd picked him up, held him a bit. Just held him, very close to… — 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
“. . . yet there is no avoiding time, the sea of time, the sea of memory and forgetfulness, the years of… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Yep, and your Internet was their invention, this magical convenience that creeps now like a smell through the smallest details of our… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
We are here among you as seekers of refuge from our present-your future-a time of worldwide famine, exhausted fuel supplies, terminal poverty-the… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Such a captive maiden, having plenty of time to think, soon realizes that her tower, its height and architecture, are like her… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Time of course has showed the question up in all its young illogic. We can justify any apologia simply by calling life… — 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 . .… — 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
“At the ukulele workshop that summer. He lectured on the four-note chord in the context of timelessness, and described himself then as… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“And one cried wee, wee, wee, all the way—" Jessica breaking down in a giggle as he reaches for the spot along… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Pirate and Osbie Feel are leaning on their roof-ledge, a magnificent sunset across and up the winding river, the imperial serpant, crowds… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“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
For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“The row ostensibly has to do with tables versus CSS, a controversial issue of the time, which has always, given its level… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
So the city became the material expression of a particular loss of innocence – not sexual or political innocence but somehow a… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“The Telescope, the Flaxions, the inventions of Logarithms and the frenzy of multiplication, often for its own sake, that follow'd have for… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Could he have been the fork in the road American never took, the singular point she jumped the wrong way from? Suppose… — 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
“She looked down a slope, needing to squint for the sunlight, onto a vast sprawl of houses which had grown up all… — 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… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
Losing faith is a complicated business and takes time. There are no epiphanies, no "moments of truth." It takes much thought and… — 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