A photograph is a universe of dots. The grain, the halide, the little silver things clumped in the emulsion. Once you get… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“We drove 22 miles into the country around Farmington. There were meadows and apple orchards. White fences trailed through the rolling fields.… — 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
“Something about the occasion makes me think I'm at my own wake. Sitting for a picture is morbid business. A portrait doesn't… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“They investigate the meaning of inert objects and dumb pets and they poke at family privacy. They learn to see things twice.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“What was the barn like before it was photographed?' he said. 'What did it look like, how was it different from other… — 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
