Quote by Thomas Pynchon Download Open image ““She drove like one of the damned on holiday.”” — Thomas Pynchon ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 5.0 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“She drove as though a fortune-teller had warned her about the day.” — Timothy Hallinan Copy Share Image
“She drove with the throttle to the floor and took the curves sliding and screeching and without expression. That was class. If she loved… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“She loved driving. Fast driving was like great sex. It was freedom, a complete surrender to the moment. Behind the wheel, she forgot the… — L.M. Mountford Copy Share Image
“she might never leave the road at all, but just hurry on and on until the wheels of the car were worn to nothing… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“Julie nearly fainted when I showed up at home that night with the new Lexus. The first thing she wanted to do was drive… — Lee Goldberg Copy Share Image
“She drove like fucking Danica Patrick. Jesus. He'd actually been nervous, speeding over winding mountain roads, weaving around slower traffic--which was everyone. He'd been… — Susan Fanetti Copy Share Image
“She would let a speeding automobile hit her to show them all how unloved she was.” — Lisa Dierbeck 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
