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  • #1
    Miranda July
    “What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #2
    Miranda July
    “I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #3
    Miranda July
    “Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You
    tags: time

  • #4
    Miranda July
    “Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #5
    Miranda July
    “People tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. It means: I am willing to go the distance for you.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #6
    Miranda July
    “If there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light-years from to get to his. You would die getting to him.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #7
    Miranda July
    “It was a real whale, a photograph of a real whale. I looked into its tiny wise eye and wondered where that eye was now. Was it alive and swimming, or had it died long ago, or was it dying now, right this second? When a whale dies, it falls down through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. All the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #8
    Miranda July
    “I looked out the window for other passengers in love with their drivers, but we were well disguised, we pretended boredom and prayed for traffic.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #9
    Miranda July
    “Would she understand that time had stopped while she was gone.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #10
    Miranda July
    “... we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #11
    Thomas Pynchon
    “They're in love. Fuck the war.”
    Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
    tags: love, war

  • #12
    Thomas Pynchon
    “If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.”
    Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

  • #13
    Thomas Pynchon
    “It's been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home -- only the millions of last moments . . . nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.”
    Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

  • #14
    Thomas Pynchon
    “A screaming comes across the sky.”
    Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

  • #15
    Thomas Pynchon
    “Such a captive maiden, having plenty of time to think, soon realizes that her tower, its height and architecture, are like her ego only incidental: that what really keeps her where she is is magic, anonymous and malignant, visited on her from outside and for no reason at all. Having no apparatus except gut fear and female cunning to examine this formless magic, to understand how it works, how to measure its field strength, count its lines of force, she may fall back on superstition, or take up a useful hobby like embroidery, or go mad, or marry a disk jockey. If the tower is everywhere and the knight of deliverance no proof against its magic, what else?”
    Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

  • #16
    Thomas Pynchon
    “The rest of us, not chosen for enlightenment, left on the outside of Earth, at the mercy of a Gravity we have only begun to learn how to detect and measure, must go on blundering inside our front-brain faith in Kute Korrespondences, hoping that for each psi-synthetic taken from Earth's soul there is a molecule, secular, more or less ordinary and named, over here - kicking endlessly among the plastic trivia, finding in each Deeper Significance and trying to string them all together like terms of a power series hoping to zero in on the tremendous and secret Function whose name, like the permuted names of God, cannot be spoken... plastic saxophone reed sounds of unnatural timbre, shampoo bottle ego-image, Cracker Jack prize one-shot amusement, home appliance casing fairing for winds of cognition, baby bottles tranquilization, meat packages disguise of slaughter, dry-cleaning bags infant strangulation, garden hoses feeding endlessly the desert... but to bring them together, in their slick persistence and our preterition... to make sense out of, to find the meanest sharp sliver of truth in so much replication, so much waste... [Gravity's Rainbow, p. 590]”
    Thomas Pynchon

  • #17
    Thomas Pynchon
    “Dream tonight of peacock tails,
    Diamond fields and spouter whales.
    Ills are many, blessings few,
    But dreams tonight will shelter you.

    Let the vampire's creaking wing
    Hide the stars while banshees sing;
    Let the ghouls gorge all night long;
    Dreams will keep you safe and strong.

    Skeletons with poison teeth,
    Risen from the world beneath,
    Ogre, troll, and loup-garou,
    Bloody wraith who looks like you,

    Shadow on the window shade,
    Harpies in a midnight raid,
    Goblins seeking tender prey,
    Dreams will chase them all away.

    Dreams are like a magic cloak
    Woven by the fairy folk,
    Covering from top to toe,
    Keeping you from winds and woe.

    And should the Angel come this night
    To fetch your soul away from light,
    Cross yourself, and face the wall:
    Dreams will help you not at all.”
    Thomas Pynchon

  • #18
    Thomas Pynchon
    “Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything- or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.”
    Thomas Pynchon, Slow Learner: Early Stories

  • #19
    Thomas Pynchon
    “There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery. ”
    Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

  • #20
    Thomas Pynchon
    “Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover. ”
    Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

  • #21
    Thomas Pynchon
    “Perhaps history this century, thought Eigenvalue, is rippled with gathers in its fabric such that if we are situated, as Stencil seemed to be, at the bottom of a fold, it's impossible to determine warp, woof, or pattern anywhere else. By virtue, however, of existing in one gather it is assumed there are others, compartmented off into sinuous cycles each of which had come to assume greater importance than the weave itself and destroy any continuity. Thus it is that we are charmed by the funny-looking automobiles of the '30's, the curious fashions of the '20's, the particular moral habits of our grandparents. We produce and attend musical comedies about them and are conned into a false memory, a phony nostalgia about what they were. We are accordingly lost to any sense of continuous tradition. Perhaps if we lived on a crest, things would be different. We could at least see.”
    Thomas Pynchon, V.

  • #22
    Thomas Pynchon
    “Though it is not often that death is so clearly told to fuck off.”
    Thomas Pynchon

  • #23
    Thomas Pynchon
    “Shall I project a world?”
    Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

  • #24
    Thomas Pynchon
    “But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn't felt it go away, as if he'd known the best moment to let go.”
    Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

  • #25
    Thomas Pynchon
    “I came," she said, "hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy."
    Cherish it!" cried Hilarious, fiercely. "What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by it's little tentacle, don't let the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the others. You begin to cease to be.”
    Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

  • #26
    Thomas Pynchon
    “The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.”
    Thomas Pynchon, Mason & Dixon

  • #27
    Thomas Pynchon
    “But a few choosing to venture deeper into the painful corridors of their affliction, found after a while that they could now grind and polish ever more exotic surfaces, hyperboloidial and even stranger, eventually including what we must term ‘imaginary’ shapes (which some preferred to term invisible).”
    Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day

  • #28
    Thomas Pynchon
    “She touched the edge of its voluptuous field, knowing it would be lovely beyond dreams simply to submit to it; that not gravity's pull, laws of ballistics, feral ravening, promised more delight. She tested it, shivering: I am meant to remember. Each clue that comes is supposed to have its own clarity, its fine chances for permanence. But then she wondered if the gemlike "clues" were only some kind of compensation. To make up for her having lost the direct, epileptic Word, the cry that might abolish the night.”
    Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

  • #29
    Thomas Pynchon
    “I mean what they and their hired psychiatrists call delusional systems. Needless to say, ‘delusions’ are always officially defined. We do not have to worry about questions of real or unreal. They only talk out of expediency. It’s the system that matters. How the data arrange themselves inside it. Some are consistent, others fall apart. ”
    Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

  • #30
    Thomas Pynchon
    “Shit now is the color white folks are afraid of. Shit is the presence of death, not some abstract-arty character with a scythe but the stiff and rotting corpse inside the whiteman’s warm and private own asshole, which is getting pretty intimate. That’s what the toilet is for. You see many brown toilets? Nope, toilet’s the color of gravestones, classical columns of mausoleums, that white emblems the very emblem of Odorless and Official death.”
    Thomas Pynchon



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