Time seems to pass. The world happens, unrolling into moments, and you stop to glance at a spider pressed to its web.… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
They passed out of the shade beneath the eaves and flew into sunglare and silence and it was an action she only… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Clouds are no deterrent. Clouds intensify the drama, trap and shape the light. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Billy tried to imagine the birth of Cyril's wife's baby. It would happen in grim lights violently. A dripping thing trying to… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“We commit our crimes at night and reveal ourselves in the high noon of studio lights.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Silvery dancing strands that seemed the pure play of light, light as evanescent news, ideas borne on light.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Six point nine seconds of heat and light. Let's call a meeting to analyze the blur. Let's devote our lives to understanding… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which… — 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
“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
