Quote by Thomas Pynchon Download Open image ““Reader, she bit him.”” — Thomas Pynchon ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“She'd always been good at reading people, but she couldn't read him. And holy fuck, did she want to.” — Kit Rocha Copy Share Image
“She engulfed him, filled him, she eased every awful thing inside of him. He trusted that he did the same for her.” — Erica Stevens Copy Share Image
“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit. She was becoming the reason and the reward of his existence, and if he did not… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“His thick length was firmly embedded inside her.Before she could move against him,he pulled out then slammed into her again.” — Savannah Stuart Copy Share Image
“He took one step out of her office cubical, turned, and said, “I’m not going to bite you, ya know.” She closed her eyes.… — Vicki Wilkerson Copy Share Image
“He opened the letter and read its contents. A stiffness grew in his loins as her sexual fantasies were laid bare, written out before… — Charles Dyson Copy Share Image
“She wanted the touch of his mouth on hers so much that she was willing to take the hurt with it.” — Johanna Lindsey Copy Share Image
“She begin to read. And read. And in short order, she became dangerous.” — Jason Porath 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
