“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… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
I think my work is influenced by the fact that we're living in dangerous times. If I could put it in a… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Crowds, Scott said. People trudging along wide streets, pushing carts or riding bikes, crowd after crowd in the long lens of the… — 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 power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Another one says she has asnap-off crotch. What do you think she means by that? I'm a little worried,though, about all these… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Every time she saw a videotape of the planes she moved a finger toward the power button on the remote. Then she… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The future is always a wholeness, a sameness. We're all tall and happy there,' she said. 'This is why the future fails.… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“How many times do two people have to fuck before one of them deserves to die?” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
I do think that in the near future, if it hasn't happened already, people will be able to use technology to design… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Look at those numbers running. Money makes time. It used to be the other way around. Clock time accelerated the rise of… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
I understand there are some men who are only half here. Let's not say men. Let's say people. People who are more… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“He knew time and day of week and wondered when such scraps of data would begin to feel disposable.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“She liked to think. What did she like to think? She was having a dumb day and wanted to blame the fog.… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
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
“It's all embedded, the hours and minutes, words and numbers everywhere, he said, train stations, bus routes, taxi meters, surveillance cameras. It's… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Money has lost its narrative quality the way painting did once upon a time. Money is talking to itself. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
There are times when you want to stop working at faith and just be washed in a blowing wind that tells you… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“The time of dangling insects arrived. White houses with caterpillars dangling from the eaves. White stones in driveways. You can walk at… — 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
