Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.

If only there were a game whose winning required a gift for the identification of missed opportunities and of things lost and irrecoverable, a knack for the belated recognition of truths, for the exploitation of chances in imagination after it's too late!

I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.

Once they have you asking the wrong questions. They don't have to worry about the answers.

Written By Thomas Pynchon

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