Don DeLillo

“This makes me feel ritually unclean.”

— Don DeLillo

I'd like to lose interest in myself ...

— Don DeLillo

Talent is more erotic when it's wasted.

— Don DeLillo

Evil is movement towards void.

— Don DeLillo

People will always make comparisons.

— Don DeLillo

“This is the point of Babette.”

— Don DeLillo

Pain is just another form of information.

— Don DeLillo

“I do not want to talk about it.”

— Don DeLillo

“it can't afford to be hard. it won't allow itself psychologically.”

— Don DeLillo

“Is this a mild winter or a harsh winter?”

— Don DeLillo

Technology and violence are interdependent.

— Don DeLillo

“Any assault on the borders of perception is going to seem rash at first.”

— Don DeLillo

why something and not nothing? why music and not noise?

— Don DeLillo

The genius of rock music is that it matched the cultural hysteria around it.

— Don DeLillo

I've never made an outline for any novel that I've written. Never.

— Don DeLillo

You live in a tower that soars to heaven and goes unpunished by God.

— Don DeLillo

Making things difficult for the reader is less an attack on the reader than it is on the age and its facile…

— Don DeLillo

“That clean but lonely feeling when there are no other cars. The traffic lights changing just for you.”

— Don DeLillo

It's not enough to hate your enemy. You have to understand how the two of you bring each other to deep completion.

— Don DeLillo

Fame requires every kind of excess. I mean true fame, a devouring neon, not the sombre renown of waning statesmen or chinless…

— Don DeLillo

“it referred to intense mental suffering, deep remorse, extreme anguish, acute sorrow and the like.”

— Don DeLillo

“It's there in your face, all of it, the way it rarely shows in any face. What do I see? Something lazy,…

— Don DeLillo

It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things.…

— Don DeLillo

I think a playwright realizes after he finishes working on the script that this is only the beginning. What will happen when…

— Don DeLillo

“Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us.…

— Don DeLillo

Coming and going I am leaving. I will go and come. Leaving has come to me. We all, shall all, will all…

— Don DeLillo

The difference between the world of pictures and the world of printed matter is extraordinary and hard to define. A picture is…

— Don DeLillo

I never wanted to change the world. Norman Mailer wanted to, he set himself the task of changing the consciousness of our…

— Don DeLillo

“It was the kind of day in which you forget words and drop things and wonder what it is you came into…

— Don DeLillo

“He liked to talk about the anatomy of racecars, motorcycles, hunting rifles, how things work, and she liked to listen. It was…

— Don DeLillo

I didn’t do anything. I don’t have an explanation, I don’t know why I wanted to write. I did some short stories…

— Don DeLillo

“I sat on the front steps alone, waiting for a sense of ease and peace to settle in the air around me.…

— Don DeLillo

“It was agreeable to her, the smell of tobacco. It was part of her knowledge of his body. It was the aura…

— Don DeLillo

It was only after two years' work that it occurred to me that I was a writer. I had no particular expectation…

— Don DeLillo

“There was one thing more he wanted from this funeral. He wanted to see the hearse pass by again, the body tilted…

— Don DeLillo

For me, wellbehaved books with neat plots and worked-out endings seem somewhat quaint in the face of the largely incoherent reality of…

— Don DeLillo

“[It] wants you to believe there are foreseeable trends and forces. When in fact it's all random phenomena. You apply mathematics and…

— Don DeLillo

People stress the violence. That's the smallest part of it. Football is brutal only from a distance. In the middle of it…

— Don DeLillo

We don't really know how technology will affect narrative. That's the question. See, people used to say that the novel is going…

— Don DeLillo

“I drove all night, northeast, and once again I felt it was literature I had been confronting these past days, the archetypes…

— Don DeLillo