You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, youโve found life. Iโm no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are โyoursโ and which are โmine.โ Itโs past sorting out.
Thomas PynchonLove with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
Thomas PynchonLike so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts--census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
Thomas Pynchon