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
“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
“Time and death: It's the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It's just what's there. It was not… — 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
“Women have faith in the mechanics of adjustment. A woman knows how to want something. She'll take chances to secure the future.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things.… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Years after I'd seen him for the last time I found myself thinking of him unexpectedly and often. You know how certain… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
There came a time in every prolonged effort when he had a moment of near panic, or 'terror in a lonely place',… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“There's just so much time set aside for baffled reaction. I believe we've reached the limit. ” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Time is a corporate asset now. It belongs to the free market system. The present is harder to find... The future becomes… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Isn't it possible that this midcentury moment enters the skin more lastingly than the vast shaping strategies of eminent leaders, generals steely… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Something about the time of year depressed him deeply. Overcast skies and cutting wind, leaves falling, dusk falling, dark too soon, night… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“It’s like we've been flung back in time," he said. "Here we are in the Stone Age, knowing all these great things… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Plot a murder, you're saying. But every plot is a murder in effect. To plot is to die, whether we know it… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future. — 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
