In my experience, writing a novel tends to create its own structure, its own demands, its own language, its own ending. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“I drove all night, northeast, and once again I felt it was literature I had been confronting these past days, the archetypes… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
There are two categories of writers, it could be said: The author who is just a voice, and the one who is… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
It frequently happens that I begin a novel with just a visual image of something, a vague sense of people in three… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
It was only after two years' work that it occurred to me that I was a writer. I had no particular expectation… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
In my experience, writing a novel tends to create its own structure, its own demands, its own language, its own ending. So… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
We live in an age of rapid mass media, television, Internet. They determine our tempo, not books. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“When I think of highly plotted novels I think of detective fiction or mystery fiction, the kind of work that always produces… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“How I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
When my head is in the typewriter the last thing on my mind is some imaginary reader. I don't have an audience;… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“He walked among the bookstore shelves, hearing Muzak in the air. There were rows of handsome covers, prosperous and assured. He felt… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Brita said, 'I read at home, I read in hotels, I take a book with me on a twenty-minute trip to the… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
If any art form can accommodate contemporary culture, it's the novel. It's so malleable - it can incorporate essays, poetry, film. Maybe… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“We all know how the thing we secretly fear is not a secret at all but the open and eternal thing that predicts its… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The novel is the dream release, the suspension of reality that history needs to escape its own brutal confinements. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“As I listened I thought a featureless baggy man was striking me in slow motion with a well-polished stone.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Murray said, 'I don't trust anybody's nostalgia but my own. Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“She is beginning to think it is possible that all creation is a spurt of blank matter that chances to make an emerald planet… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Those who have abandoned belief must still believe in us. They are sure that they are right not to believe but they know belief… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“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… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Grass: I live in a great steel tower that reflects the blazing sun. People catch fire just walking by. The more bodies that pile… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Marriage is something we make from available materials. In this sense it’s improvised, it’s almost offhand. Maybe this is why we know so little… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking,… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
