“Don't forget the real business of the war is buying and selling. The murdering and the violence are self-policing, and can be… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“To rule forever," continues the Chinaman, later, "it is necessary only to create, among the people one would rule, what we call...Bad… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Someday, with the right man in the White House, there will be a Department of Jesus, yes and a Secretary of Jesus.…… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Wars have a way of overriding the days just before them. In the looking back, there is such noise and gravity. But… — 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
“Perhaps the Ci-ty dreamed of an-other, en-emy city, float-ing across the sea to invade the es-tuary . . . or of waves… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“He continues to believe, here on his French leave, and at his ease, that the interference is temporary and paper, a matter… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
He gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Displaced Person’s Song If you see a train this evening, Far away, against the sky, Lie down in your woolen blanket, Sleep… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Don't forget the real business of war is buying and selling. The murdering and violence are self-policing, and can be entrusted to… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
My mother is the war,' declares Roger Mexico, leaning over to open the door. — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
