But on the way home tonight, you wish you'd picked him up, held him a bit. Just held him, very close to your heart, his cheek by the hollow of your shoulder, full of sleep. As it it were you who could, somehow, save him. For the moment not caring who you're supposed to be registered as. For the moment, anyway, no longer who the Caesars say you are.
Thomas PynchonWhat, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.
Thomas PynchonExplosion without an objective', declared Miles Blundell, 'is politics in its purest form'.
Thomas PynchonBehind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
Thomas Pynchon