It's impossible to write about the Kennedy assassination and its aftermath without taking note of twenty-five years of paranoia which has collected… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
I slept for four years. I didn't study much of anything. I majored in something called communication arts. — 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
When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
There's a curious knot that binds novelists and terrorists...Years ago I used to think it was possible for a novelist to alter… — 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
What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this… — 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
To portray America over the past twenty years or so, I would think immediately of football, probably the Super Bowl in its… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
It was only after two years' work that it occurred to me that I was a writer. I had no particular expectation… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The music I like best is kind of frozen in my mind from the Sixties and Seventies. I still listen to the… — 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
