Quote by Thomas Pynchon

“How strange tonight, this city. As if something trembled below its surface, waiting to burst through.”

— Thomas Pynchon

“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

“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

“Death glided by, shadowless, among the empties on the grass.”

— Thomas Pynchon

“People read what news they wanted to and each accordingly built his own rathouse of history's rags and straws.”

— Thomas Pynchon

“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

“As spread thighs are to the libertine...so was the letter V to young Stencil.”

— Thomas Pynchon

“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

If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.

— Thomas Pynchon

“remember didn't you sneak away from camp to have a moment alone with What you felt stirring across the land . . . it…

— Thomas Pynchon

“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

“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