Yep, and your Internet was their invention, this magical convenience that creeps now like a smell through the smallest details of our lives, the shopping, the housework, the homework, the taxes, absorbing our energy, eating up our precious time. And there’s no innocence. Anywhere. Never was. It was conceived in sin, the worst possible. As it kept growing, it never stopped carrying in its heart a bitter-cold death wish for the planet, and don’t think anything has changed, kid. Thomas Pynchon
The Internet is the aggregate of human derpitude. Listening to the Internet without being confident you've found a well-curated garden relative to the area of concern is a bad idea.
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Jeff Alexander
The web was such a vital part of my life. It was like an oracle, a book that never ran out of pages, and a window into a million different rooms all at once.
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Max Harms
Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end, an end which it was already but too easy to arrive at; as railroads lead to Boston or New York. We...
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Henry David Thoreau
The Internet Is Like Alcohol in Some Sense. It accentuates. What You Would Do Any Way. If You Want To Be Loner, You Can Be More Alone and if You Want to Connect , It Makes Easier to Connect.
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Esther Dyson
I picture it like Judgement Day, ' he says finally, his eyes on the water. 'We'll rise up out of our bodies and find each other again in spirit form. We'll meet in that new place, all of us together, and first it'll seem strange,...
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Jennifer Egan
More Quotes By Thomas Pynchon
They're in love. Fuck the war.
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...
Shit, money, and the World, the three American truths, powering the American mobility, claimed the Slothrops, clasped them for good to the country's fate. But they did not prosper... about all they did was persist
Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
There are two more turds, smaller ones, and when he has eaten these, residual shit to lick out of her anus. He prays that she'll let him drop the cape over himself, to be allowed, in the silk-lined darkness, to stay a while longer with...
