She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as โprettyโโฆbut he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
Thomas PynchonThere was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
Thomas PynchonI mean what they and their hired psychiatrists call delusional systems. Needless to say, โdelusionsโ are always officially defined. We do not have to worry about questions of real or unreal. They only talk out of expediency. Itโs the system that matters. How the data arrange themselves inside it. Some are consistent, others fall apart.
Thomas PynchonLaboring through a world every day more stultified, which expected salvation in codes and governments, ever more willing to settle for suburban narratives and diminished payoffs--what were the chances of finding anyone else seeking to transcend that, and not even particularly aware of it?
Thomas PynchonSo generation after generation of men in love with pain and passivity serve out their time in the Zone, silent, redolent of faded sperm, terrified of dying, desperately addicted to the comforts others sell them, however useless, ugly or shallow, willing to have life defined for them by men whose only talent is for death.
Thomas Pynchon