“Oedipa wondered whether, at the end of this (if it were supposed to end), she too might not be left with only… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“There are two more turds, smaller ones, and when he has eaten these, residual shit to lick out of her anus. He… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“People in this town saw only what they'd all agreed to see, they believed what was on the tube or in the… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Shit, money, and the Word, the three American truths, powering the American mobility, claimed the Slothrops, clasped them for good to the… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“The act of metaphor then was a thrust at truth and a lie, depending where you were: inside, safe, or outside, lost.” — 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
“She had heard all about excluded middles; they were bad shit, to be avoided; and how had it ever happened here, with… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Shit, money, and the World, the three American truths, powering the American mobility, claimed the Slothrops, clasped them for good to the… — 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
