The Lord's angel, Gebrail, dictated the Koran to Mohammed the Lord's Prophet. What a joke if all that holy book were only twenty-three years of listening to the desert. A desert which has no voice.
Thomas PynchonHe gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their hunger lost somewhere in the stretch of morning between them and himself. A hundred miles of it, so suddenly. Solitude, even among the meshes of this war, can when it wishes so take him by the blind gut and touch, as now, possessively. Pirate's again some other side of a window, watching strangers eat breakfast.
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 Pynchon