Fame requires every kind of excess. I mean true fame, a devouring neon, not the sombre renown of waning statesmen or chinless… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Sitting for a picture is morbid business. A portrait doesn't begin to mean anything until the subject is dead. This is the… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
World is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. but nothing is self-contained. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Just because it's on the radio doesn't mean we have to suspend belief in the evidence of our senses. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
I felt myself getting whiter... What does it mean to become white? How does it feel to see Death in the flesh,… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The excitement of theatre is palpable but the frustrations, and the complete absence of a definitive evening - the play as text… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them… — 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
