“ Everything is supposed to be something. But it never is. That's the nature of existence. Don DeLillo
“ As always when he worked with this much concentration he began to feel a sense of introverting pressure. There was no way out once he was in, no genuine rest, no one to talk to who was capable of unde… Don DeLillo
“ The vast and terrible depth.Of course, he said.The inexhaustibility.I understand.The whole huge nameless thing.Yes, absolutely.The massive darkness.Certainly, certainly.The whole terrible endless huge… Don DeLillo
“ And you can glance out the window for a moment, distracted by the sound of small kids playing a made-up game in a neighbor's yard, some kind of kickball maybe, and they speak in your voice, or piggyba… Don DeLillo
“ Ordinary moments make the life. This is what she knew to be trustworthy and this is what I learned, eventually, from those years we spent together. No leaps or falls. I inhale the little drizzly detai… Don DeLillo
“ There was something theatrical about the protest, ingratiating even. . . . There was a shadow of transaction between the demonstrators and the state. The protest was a form of systemic hygiene, purgin… Don DeLillo
“ The novel is whatever novelists are doing at a given time. If we‘re not doing the big social novel fifteen years from now, it‘ll probably mean our sensibilities have changed in ways that make such wor… Don DeLillo
“ Cities were built to measure time, to remove time from nature. There’s an endless counting down, he said. When you strip away all the surfaces, when you see into it, what’s left is terror. This is the… Don DeLillo
“ You know what capitalism produces. According to Marx and Engels.Its own grave-diggers, he said.But these are not the grave-diggers. This is the free market itself. These people are a fantasy generated… Don DeLillo
“ We have a rich literature. But sometimes it’s a literature too ready to be neutralized, to be incorporated into the ambient noise. This is why we need the writer in opposition, the novelist who writes… Don DeLillo
“ Billy tried to imagine the birth of Cyril's wife's baby. It would happen in grim lights violently. A dripping thing trying to clutch to its hole. Dredged up and beaten. Blood and drool and womb mud. H… Don DeLillo
“ I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it. Don DeLillo
“ This happened back east of course. I've heard that term a lot since coming to this part of the country. But I never think of the term as a marker of geography. It's a reference to time, a statement ab… Don DeLillo
