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Girls everywhere, as if by magic, were become all thighs and dark eyelashes, and boys, seized as well by this geist that could've been polter along with zeit, had actually cut off pieces of hair from their heads and, too impatient to grow beards, glued it onto their faces.
Vineland, Thomas Pynchon
Of course he also demanded that the people in the audiences, nearly five thousand of them, who had already seen his play return to him what they had seen.
The Voice Imitator, Thomas Bernhard
My teeth crush out a large squirt of fluid, a chewy dewdrop lens, and a papery thin, green-skinned cornea.
Steven Callahan, Adrift
My boat slues around the rushing peaks, her keel clinging to the slopes like a mountain goat, her port side pressed down against the black, rolling ocean.
Steven Callahan, Adrift
Concentrate on the hams.
Donald Barthelme, "On The Deck"
[He has] glittering and messianic eyes, a high cracked laugh and the general look of a man who has, all his life, followed some imperceptibly but fatally askew rainbow.
Never occurs to him it might have to do with these mysterious erections.
Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
If the City Paranoiac dreams, it's not accessible to us.
Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
Two persons, looking each other in the eye, see not their eyes but their looks.
Notes on the Cinematographer, Robert Bresson
Sometimes I think Ogli and I must be like imperfect antennae, the distress signals traveling like light from dead stars.
Karen Russel, "Z.Z.'s Sleep-Away Camp for Disordered Dreamers," St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves.
Hysteria in the pale faces between the numerals.
Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
And I get that peculiar knot of fear and wonder and anger, the husk that holds my whole childhood.
"Ava Wrestles the Alligator," St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves by Karen Russell
Always baiting his master in hopes of getting a leather-keen stripe or two across those dusky Afro-Scandinavian buttocks, which combine the callipygian rondure observed among the races of the Dark Continent with the taut and noble musculature of sturdy Olaf, our blond Northern cousin.
Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
Death has come in the pantry door: stands watching them, iron and patient, with a look that says try to tickle me.
Gravity’s Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
An elderly air-raid warden, starchy and frail as organdy, stands on tiptoe to relight the sensitive flame.
Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
We are helpless against the destruction of our global surface by the architects!
Correction, Thomas Bernhard
[He] had constructed his house at the Aurach gorge so that it was immune to all the violence of nature…
Correction, Thomas Bernhard