"The Crying of Lot 49" Quotes
A woman becomes obsessed with a mysterious underground mail system and uncovers a web of conspiracy and paranoia.
fiction | 152 pages | Published in NaN
Quotes
For there either is some Great Conspiracy at the bottom of all the shit the Porcuswine gives you to eat, or there is not.
She came out of the sun, but they didn't see her.
The towers of the Tristero rose without a break, their lines delicate and difficult, their clusters seemingly random.
They get you, then destroy you, then they put you together again, then they get you, then destroy you, then they put you together again.
I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
She thought of Mucho, her husband, in a field, working alone, unrecognizable at a distance.
The voice, high, metallic, innocent, mocked her with its own lack of belief.
You're either on the side of the Clues, or on the side of the Friends of the Clues.
Oedipa wondered whether, at the end of this (if it were supposed to end), she too might not be left with only compiled memories of clues, announcements, intimations, but never the central truth itself, which must somehow each time be too bright for her memory to hold; which must always blaze out, destroying its own message irreversibly, leaving an overexposed blank when the ordinary world came back.
Here was the latest turn, the latest variant on the mode of her paranoia: a reincarnated Pierce Inverarity, not dead at all but sitting in the back of this cab.
