Don DeLillo

“I went to the room in Great Jones Street, a small crooked room, cold as a penny, looking out on warehouses, trucks…

— Don DeLillo

“[…] being called a 'bad citizen' is a compliment to a novelist, at least to my mind. That's exactly what we ought…

— Don DeLillo

“Why shouldn't his death bring you into some total scandal of garment-rending grief? Why should you accommodate his death? Or surrender to…

— Don DeLillo

“Who knows what I want to do? Who knows what anyone wants to do? How can you be sure about something like…

— Don DeLillo

“Within sixty-minute limits or one-hundred-yard limits or the limits of a game board, we can look for perfect moments or perfect structures.…

— Don DeLillo

Air travel reminds us who we are. It's the means by which we recognize ourselves as modern. The process removes us from…

— Don DeLillo

“As a volunteer reader to the blind, Babette had some reservations about the old gent's appetite for the unspeakable and seamy, believing…

— Don DeLillo

“This is what comes from the wrong kind of attentiveness. People get brain fade. This is because they've forgotten how to listen…

— Don DeLillo

“The encounter put me in the mood to shop...Babette and the kids followed me into the elevator, into the shops set along…

— Don DeLillo

“There’s a kind of theology at work here. The bombs are a kind of god. As his power grows, our fear naturally…

— Don DeLillo

I think it's only in a crisis that Americans see other people. It has to be an American crisis, of course. If…

— Don DeLillo

The excitement of theatre is palpable but the frustrations, and the complete absence of a definitive evening - the play as text…

— Don DeLillo

“The family is the cradle of the world’s misinformation. There must be something in family life that generates factual error. Over-closeness, the…

— Don DeLillo

“We are not witnessing the flow of information so much as pure spectacle, or information made sacred, ritually unreadable. The small monitors…

— Don DeLillo

“The time of dangling insects arrived. White houses with caterpillars dangling from the eaves. White stones in driveways. You can walk at…

— Don DeLillo

“My son used to believe that he could look at a plane in flight and make it explode in midair by simply…

— Don Delillo

That's how you write novels actually. You suddenly hit upon something and you realize this is the path you were meant to…

— Don DeLillo

“We're a crowd, a swarm. We think in groups, travel in armies. Armies carry the gene for self-destruction. One bomb is never…

— Don DeLillo

“He walked among the bookstore shelves, hearing Muzak in the air. There were rows of handsome covers, prosperous and assured. He felt…

— Don DeLillo