Quote by Thomas Pynchon Download Open image ““the hole left by the moon’s tearing-free and monument to her exile;”” — Thomas Pynchon ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“There was a woman. An old and contorted woman. And the moon was somehow important. But every other detail fled as soon as she… — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
“Her feeling that the moon had slipped from her grasp seemed locked in a place so far inside her that to reach it would… — Anna-Marie McLemore Copy Share Image
“There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“And now they were across the world in a wholly new place, but -- and she wasn't sure what this meant -- every new… — Joanna Hershon Copy Share Image
“The moon! It smiled at her with all its might, she could see it! through the broken wood beams of a crude ceiling, nearly… — K.I. Hope Copy Share Image
“What words she had thought to write on the face of the moon were washed away from her as she submerged, trying to disturb no one, nothing. Trying not so much as to interrupt a current, even trying not to shatter into soft-edged platelets the green moon in the reflection. Trying to sidestep having any influence at all, now and… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share
“No matter how bleak and black her existence became, the familiar sight of the moon restored something within her, small as it was—like tiny… — Shona Moyce Copy Share Image
“The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“And all the sky was teeming and tearing along, a vast disorder of flying shapes and darkness and ragged fumes of light and a… — D.H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Where, indeed, does the moon not look well? What is the scene, confined or expansive, which her orb does not hallow?” — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“In the darkest crease of the night, that she would love me until the moon lost its footing in the sky.” — Jodi Picoult 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
