There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
Thomas PynchonIt takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
Thomas PynchonHe was visited on a lunar basis by these great unspecific waves of horniness, whereby all women within a certain age group and figure envelope became immediately and impossibly desirable. He emerged from these spells with eyeballs still oscillating and a wish that his neck could rotate through the full 360 degrees.
Thomas PynchonSo the city became the material expression of a particular loss of innocence – not sexual or political innocence but somehow a shared dream of what a city might at its best prove to be – its inhabitants became, and have remained, an embittered and amnesiac race, wounded but unable to connect through memory to the moment of injury, unable to summon the face of their violator.
Thomas Pynchon