Thomas Pynchon cytaty

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„Można by pomyśleć, że upadek wież stanie się resetem dla Nowego Jorku, rynku nieruchomości, Wall Street, szansą, by zacząć wszystko od początku. A tymczasem jest gorzej niż przedtem.”

„W środku Maxine znajduje niewielkie dossier, z którego dowiadujemy się natychmiast - najwyraźniej autor uznał to za bardzo ważne - że Gabriel Ice jest z pochodzenia Żydem, a jednocześnie nielegalnie transferuje miliony dolarów amerykańskich na konto w Dubaju, kontrolowane przez Wahabicki Fundusz Ekumeniczny (FPM), który według dossier zajmuje się finansowaniem działalności terrorystycznej.”

„Tymczasem ci z hashslingrz i im podobni coraz głośniej wrzeszczą o „wolności internetu”, a jednocześnie oddają go pod kontrolę czarnych charakterów… Łapią nas na haczyk, bez pudła, wszyscy jesteśmy samotni, biedni, poniżeni, rozpaczliwie chcemy wierzyć w każdą żałosną imitację wspólnoty, jaką chcą nam wcisnąć… Jesteśmy pionkami w grze, Maxi, gra jest ustawiona i skończy się dopiero w chwili zniszczenia internetu.”

„Wszyscy od dzieciństwa uwielbiają ozór à la Polonaise. Niegdyś Maxine myślała, że to eksperymentalny utwór fortepianowy. Ozór wołowy dusił się w kuchni przez cały dzień w skomplikowanym sosie złożonym z kawałków moreli i ananasa, startego mango, wiśni bez pestek, marmolady grejpfrutowej, kilku różnych gatunków rodzynek, soku pomarańczowego, cukru, octu, musztardy i soku z cytryny, a przede wszystkim, zgodnie z tradycją, herbatników imbirowych, z przyczyn, które giną w mrokach niepamięci.”

„Jedenasty września zinfantylizował cały kraj. Ameryka mogła dorosnąć, lecz zamiast tego postanowiła powrócić do dzieciństwa.”

„Dlaczego Ice, choć jest Żydem, przekazuje ogromne środki finansowe wrogom Izraela?” - zastanawia się płaczliwie autor dossier i proponuje następujące wyjaśnienie: ze zwykłej chciwości, jako podwójny agent, jako Żyd nienawidzący swojego żydostwa.”

„Brytyjczycy mają akcenty, smokingi, skomplikowany kod sygnałów świadczący o przynależności klasowej. W Nowym Jorku najważniejsze są buty.”

„(…) późny kapitalizm to piramida finansowa w skali globalnej, na jej szczycie składa się ofiary z ludzi, a frajerzy mają wierzyć, że wszystko będzie trwało wiecznie.”

„Podróże w czasie do przodu i do tyłu, manipulowanie związkami przyczynowo-skutkowymi, niekiedy rzeczywistość zaczyna się rozpadać, pikselizować i migotać. Dzieją się dziwne rzeczy, których nikt się nie spodziewał, nawet pogoda staje się kapryśna, wszystko przez agentów służb specjalnych, naruszających strukturę czasu.”

„Później po powrocie do domu, w chwili wdowiego zamyślenia Maxine siada w samotności, gasi światło, wyjmuje kopertę z gotówką i wdycha ostatnie ślady zapachu jego podłej wody kolońskiej, próbując przywołać z powrotem coś równie niewidzialnego, nieważkiego i niemożliwego do opisania jak jego dusza…”

„Dlaczego Ice, choć jest Żydem, przekazuje ogromne środki finansowe wrogom Izraela?”

“I went to the zoo once and saw this thing they call an anteater. That was quite enough for me.”

“Paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.”

“… as long as American life was something to be escaped from, the cartel would always be assured a bottomless pool of new customers.”

“The hand of Providence creeps among the stars, giving Slothrop the finger.”

“The object of life is to make sure you die a weird death. To make sure that, however it finds you, it finds you under very weird circumstances.”

“You can only cruse the boulevards of regret so far, and then you've got to get back up onto the freeway again.”

“This is America, you live in it, you let it happen. Let it unfurl.”

“I want to break out — to leave this cycle of infection and death. I want to be taken in love: so taken that you and I, and death, and life, will be gathered inseparable, into the radiance of what we would become….”

“"Arrh! Stars and Mud, ever conjugate, a Paradox to consider, — one…for the Astronomer-Royal, perhaps?" His current scheme being, to assail Maskelyne's Sanity, by now and then posing to him Questions that will not bear too much cogitating upon, — most lately, Über Bernouillis Brachistochronsprobleme, 1702 by Baron von Boppdörfer ("Mind like a Spanish Blade. Read it at the Risk of your Self-Esteem.") having almost done the Trick.”

“She looked down a slope, needing to squint for the sunlight, onto a vast sprawl of houses which had grown up all together, like a well-tended crop, from the dull brown earth; and she thought of the time she’d opened a transistor radio to replace a battery and seen her first printed circuit. The ordered swirl of houses and streets, from this high angle, sprang at her now with the same unexpected, astonishing clarity as the circuit card had. Though she knew even less about radios than about Southern Californians, there were to both outward patterns a hieroglyphic sense of concealed meaning, of an intent to communicate. There’d seemed no limit to what the printed circuit could have told her (if she had tried to find out); so in her first minute of San Narciso, a revelation also trembled just past the threshold of her understanding.”

“Tibet is a special case. Tibet was deliberately set aside by the Empire as free and neutral territory, a Switzerland for the spirit where there is no extradition, and Alp-Himalayas to draw the soul upward, and danger rare enough to tolerate.”

“A million bureaucrats are diligently plotting death and some of them even know it.”

“The illustrations were woodcuts, executed with that crude haste to see the finished product that marks the amateur. True pornography is given us by vastly patient professionals.”

“Strangely the tumescence began to subside, the flesh at his neck to pale. Any sovereign or broken yo-yo must feel after a short time lying inert, rolling, falling: suddenly to have its hands it cannot escape. Hands it doesn’t want to escape. Know that the simple clockwork of itself has no more need for symptoms of inutility, lonesomeness, directionlessness, because now it has a path marked out for it over which it has no control. That’s what the feeling would be, if there were such things as animate yo-yos.”

“Who has sent this new serpent into our ruinous garden, already too fouled, too crowded to qualify as any locus of innocence — unless innocence be our age's neutral, our silent passing into the machineries of indifference — something that Kekulé's Serpent had come to — not to destroy, but to define to us the loss of… we had been given certain molecules, certain combinations and not others… we used what we found in Nature, unquestioning, shamefully perhaps — but the Serpent whispered, 'They can be changed, and new molecules assembled from the debris of the given…. ' Can anyone tell me what else he whispered to us? Come — who knows?”

“If America was a person, — and it sat down, — Lancaster town would be plunged into a Darkness unbreathable.”

“Christmas Eve, 1955, Benny Profane, wearing black levis, suede jacket, sneaker and big cowboy hat, happened to pass through Norfolk, Virginia.”

“Flotsam from his childhood are rising through his attention. He's remembering the skin of an apple, bursting with nebulae, a look into curved reddening space.”

“"The edge of evening … the long curve of people all wishing on the first star…. Always remember those men and women along the thousands of miles of land and sea. The true moment of shadow is the moment in which you see the point of light in the sky. The single point, and the Shadow that has just gathered you in its sweep …"
Always remember.
The first star hangs between his feet.
Now”

““Everybody who says the same words is the same person if the spectra are the same only they happen differently in time, you dig? But the time is arbitrary. You pick your zero point anywhere you want, that way you can shuffle each person’s time line sideways till they all coincide.”

“Have you ever fall'n into one of those Cometary Dazes, with the way the Object grows brighter and brighter each night? These Apparitions in the Sky, we never observe them but in Motion, — gone in seconds, and if they return, we do not see them. Once safely a part of the Night Sky, they may hang there at their Pleasure, performing whatever their Work corresponds to shifting jibs and stay-sails, keeping perfectly upon Station, mimicking any faint, unnam'd Star you please. Do they watch us? Are they visits from the past, from an Age of Faith, when Miracles still literally happen'd?”

“It can get pretty fascist in here…”

“I did not write those letters. This has been a hoax that I've had nothing to do with. I'm sorry it's gone on as long as it has.”

“Merle's all-night illumination prolonged itself into an inescapable glow that began to keep him awake.”

“For a boy not getting any he had more woman problems than anybody he knew.”

“In Mexico City they somehow wandered into an exhibition of paintings by the beautiful Spanish exile Remedios Varo: in the central painting of a triptych, titled “Bordando el Manto Terrestre,” were a number of frail girls with heart-shaped faces, huge eyes, spun-gold hair, prisoners in the top room of a circular tower, embroidering a kind of tapestry which spilled out the slit windows and into a void, seeking hopelessly to fill the void: for all the other buildings and creatures, all the waves, ships and forests of the earth were contained in the tapestry, and the tapestry was the world.”

“You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.”

“It is a curve each of them feels, unmistakably. It is the parabola. They must have guessed, once or twice — guessed and refused to believe — that everything, always, collectively, had been moving toward that purified shape latent in the sky, that shape of no surprise, no second chance, no return. Yet they do move forever under it, reserved for its own black-and-white bad news certainly as if it were the rainbow, and they its children….”

“She watches Marvy's face as he pays Monika, watches him in this primal American act, paying, more deeply himself than when coming, or asleep, or maybe even dying.”