The novel is the dream release, the suspension of reality that history needs to escape its own brutal confinements. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
There is a set of balances and rhythms to a novel that we can't experience in real life. So I think there… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“This happened back east of course. I've heard that term a lot since coming to this part of the country. But I… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The figure of the gunman in the window was inextricable from the victim and his history. This sustained Oswald in his cell.… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“There's always more to it. This is what history consists of. It is the sum total of the things they aren't telling… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“I thought about soccer in history, the inspiration for wars, truces, rampaging mobs. The game was a global passion, spherical ball, grass… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
He took pains to avoid self-depreciation, self-mockery, ambiguity, irony, subtlety, vulnerability, a civilized world-weariness and a tragic sense of history--the very things,… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“[Lee Oswald] saw himself as part of something vast and sweeping. He was the product of a sweeping history, he and his… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“It is the violent act that makes history and changes everything that came before.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“She was a voice with a body as afterthought, a wry smile that sailed through heavy traffic. Give her a history and… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Spy planes, drone aircraft, satellites with cameras that can see from three hundred miles what you can see from a hundred feet.… — 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
“Maybe what has to happen is that the individual must allow himself to be swept along, must find himself in the stream… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“We will follow the bullet trajectories backwards to the lives that occupy the shadows, actual men who moan in their dreams.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Bloomberg weighed three hundred pounds. This itself was historical. I revered his weight. It was an affirmation of humanity's reckless potential; it… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“History was not a matter of missing minutes on the tape. I did not stand helpless before it. I hewed to the… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“These were the things that built the world. Not to know or care about them was a betrayal of fundamental principles, a… — 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
