To plot is to live. […] We start out lives in chaos, in babble. As we surge up into the world, we… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
In cities no one notices specific dying. Dying is a quality of the air. It's everywhere and nowhere. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
If you know you're worth nothing, only a gamble with death can gratify your vanity. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“You could put your faith in technology. It got you here, it can get you out. This is the whole point of… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
People say great art is immortal. I say there's something mortal in it. It carries a glimpse of death. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“I am a bad actor." "Not for me or my camera. I see the person, not some idea he wants to make… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“This is death. I don't want it to tarry awhile so I can write a monograph. I want it to go away… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Supermarkets this large and clean and modern are a revelation to me. I spent my life in small steamy delicatessens with slanted… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots. Political plots, terrorist plots, lovers’ plots, narrative plots, plots that… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Every advance in knowledge and technique is matched by a new kind of death, a new strain. Death adapts, like a viral… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Devices make us pliant. We want to please them. The machine was his only hope of deliverance after what he'd done, what… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Time and death: It's the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It's just what's there. It was not… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Her death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
To portray America over the past twenty years or so, I would think immediately of football, probably the Super Bowl in its… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“This is American two-one-three to the cockpit voice recorder. Now we know what it’s like. It is worse than we’d ever imagined.… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
That's why people take vacations. No to relax or find excitement or see new places. To escape the death that exists in… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future. — 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