Rappy

“The rain beat down on the car roof, lightning and thunder from time to time interrupting thoughts of the old namesake river that had once run through this town, long canalized and tapped dry, and crippled into a public and anonymous confession of the deadly sin of greed. . . . He imagined it filling again, up to its concrete rim, and then over, all the water that had not been allowed to flow here for all these years now in unrelenting return, soon beginning to occupy the arroyos and cover the flats, all the swimming pools in the backyards filling up and overflowing and flooding the lots and streets, all this karmic waterscape connecting together, as the rain went on falling and the land vanished, into a sizable inland sea that would presently become an extension of the Pacific.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice

“The guest today was a visiting Marxist economist from one of the Warsaw Pact nations, who appeared to be in the middle of a nervous breakdown. "Las Vegas," he tried to explain, "it sits out here in middle of desert, produces no tangible goods, money flows in, money flows out, nothing is produced. This place should not, according to theory, even exist, let alone prosper as it does. I feel my whole life has been based on illusory premises. I have lost reality. Can you tell me, please, where is reality?" The interviewer looked uncomfortable and tried to change the subject to Elvis Presley.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice

“Among those who could afford to, a strenuous mass denial of the passage of time itself was under way.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice

“Mickey and him are that tight, huh?"

"Ace buddies, according to legend. Hey. You think Bigfoot's Jewish, too?"

"Swedish, I thought."

"Could be both," Pat dimly defensive. "There can be Swedish Jews."

"I know there's Swedish Fish." Basically only trying to be helpful.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice