“ Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered. Don DeLillo
“ Man’s guilt in history and in the tides of his own blood has been complicated by technology, the daily seeping falsehearted death. Don DeLillo
“ It was important for him to believe that he'd spent his life among people who kept missing the point. Don DeLillo
“ A photograph is a universe of dots. The grain, the halide, the little silver things clumped in the emulsion. Once you get inside a dot, you gain access to hidden information, you slide into the smalle… Don DeLillo
“ Through history it's the novelist who has felt affinity for the violent man who lives in the dark. Where are your sympathies? With the colonial police, the occupier, the rich landlord, the corrupt gov… Don DeLillo
“ The plane had lost power in all three engines, dropped from thirty-four thousand feet to twelve thousand feet. Something like four miles. When the steep glide began, people rose, fell, collided, swam… Don DeLillo
“ Me doy cuenta ahora de que el primer día apenas llegué a mirar. Creía estar mirando, pero solo estaba percibiendo un mero barrunto de lo que hay en estos cuadros. Ahora es cuando estoy empezando a mir… Don DeLillo
“ Brita said, 'I read at home, I read in hotels, I take a book with me on a twenty-minute trip to the dentist. Then I read in the waiting room. Don DeLillo
“ There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down. Don DeLillo
“ What was the barn like before it was photographed?' he said. 'What did it look like, how was it different from other barns, how was it similar to other barns? We can't answer these questions because w… Don DeLillo
“ Silvery dancing strands that seemed the pure play of light, light as evanescent news, ideas borne on light. Don DeLillo
