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Baseball's oh so simple. You tag a man, he's out. How different from being it. What spectral genius in the term, that curious part of childhood that sees through the rhymes and nonsense words, past the hidings and seekings and pretendings to something old and dank, some medieval awe, he thought, or earlier, even, that crawls beneath the midnight skin.
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Don DeLillo |
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I moonlight, except there's nothing I'm moonlighting from. Moonlight is all that's out there.
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Are secrets a tunnel to a dreamworld where you control events?
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When the Old God leaves the world, what happens to all the unexpended faith?
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Don DeLillo |
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This is how I thought of it. An intuitive link, a reciprocal, one number related to another in such a way that when multiplied together, day or night, their product is one.
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love
romance
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These are the soporifics of normalcy, my days in middling drift.
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Don DeLillo |
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Their true lives lie below, even now beginning to reassemble themselves, calling this very flesh out of the air, in mail waiting to be opened, in telephones ringing and paper work on office desks, in the chance utterance of a name.
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Me doy cuenta ahora de que el primer dia apenas llegue a mirar. Creia estar mirando, pero solo estaba percibiendo un mero barrunto de lo que hay en estos cuadros. Ahora es cuando estoy empezando a mirar.
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identity
otherness
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Don DeLillo |
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Peace of mind in a profit-oriented context.
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Don DeLillo |
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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, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.
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I still respond to that thing you feel in an office, wearing a crisp suit and sensing the linked grids lap around you. It is all about the enfolding drone of the computers and fax machines. It is about the cell phones slotted in the desk chargers, the voice mail and e-mail--a sense of order and command reinforced by the office itself and the bronze tower that encases the office and by all the contact points that shimmer in the air somewhere..
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corporate
e-mail
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Every lost moment is the life. It's unknowable, except to us, each of us inexpressibly...
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We're steeped in gruesomely humorous ambiguity, a spectacle of ridiculous people doing awful things to total fools.
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He drank, gambled, drove his car down embankments, got fired, quit, retired, traveled in disguise to Coaltown where he paid a woman to speak Swedish to him as they screwed. It was the Swedish that enrage Babette, either that or his need to confess it, and she hit out at him - hit out with the backs of her hands, with her elbows and wrists. Old loves, old fears.
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I want to keep our intentions small and human despite the enormous work we've done and the huge work we have ahead of us and I'm sitting here with a propped foot and talking endlessly about my work when I'm completely aware of Matisse and what he said, that painters must begin by cutting out their tongues.
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Don DeLillo |
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It is interesting to think of the great blaze of heaven that we winnow down to animal shapes and kitchen tools.
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Don DeLillo |
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This country is toilet-oriented.
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Let me say about Molly. If bullshit was music, she'd be a brass band.
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For five straight days she drove out to the point, the headland, because the standing gulls that look a little dumpy on stilt legs become in their flight the slant carriers of all this rockbound time, taking it out of geology, out of science and mind, and giving it soar and loft and body, bringing it into their flight muscles and bloodflow, into their sturdy hammering hearts, their metronomic hearts, and because she knew this was the day it..
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There must be a type of weariness that seems a blessing of the earth.
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There was something about a long and low and open-space house with a lawn and a carport that made her feel spiritually afraid.
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Don DeLillo |
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It was like a class project in the structure of reality.
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Don DeLillo |
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On his fourth day with Castro he shot a government scout, aiming through a telescopic sight. It was uncanny. You press a button and a man drops dead a hundred meters away. It seemed hollow and remote, falsifying everything. It was a trick of the lenses. The man is an accurate picture. Then he is upside down. Then he is right side up. You shoot at a series of images conveyed to you through a metal tube. The force of a death should be enormou..
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A couple of sportsmen taking their ease.
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The Chief of Student Welcoming writes that the school was created exclusively for youths of the underprivileged countries of Asia, Africa and Latin America. Lee wonders how they can think he is privileged. It is part of the general stupidity about life in the U.S.
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That's what it all comes down to in the end. A person spends his life saying good-bye to other people. How does he say good-bye to himself?
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Don DeLillo |
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People seemed to depend on his cheerfulness. The less important you are in an office, the more they expect the happy smile.
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Devices make us pliant. We want to please them.
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No one knows the day or the hour.
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We have a rich literature. But sometimes it's a literature too ready to be neutralized, to be incorporated into the ambient noise. This is why we need the writer in opposition, the novelist who writes against power, who writes against the corporation or the state or the whole apparatus of assimilation. We're all one beat away from becoming elevator music.
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revolution
writers
writing
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I'll tell you what it means, these orbiting sensors that can hear us in our beds. It means the end of loyalty. The more complex the systems, the less conviction in people. Conviction will be drained out of us. Devices will drain us, make us vague and pliant
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There were times when he felt the lure of a submoronic mode of being.
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I don't like not believing. I'm not at peace with it. I take comfort when others believe." "Karen thinks God is here. Like walkin' and talkin'." "I want others to believe, you see. Many believers everywhere. I feel the enormous importance of this. When I was in Catania and saw hundreds of running men pulling a saint on a float through the streets, absolutely running. When I saw people crawl for miles on their knees in Mexico City on the Day..
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Several days later Murray asked me about a tourist attraction known as the most photographed barn in America. We drove twenty-two miles into the country around Farmington. There were meadows and apple orchards. White fences trailed through the rolling fields. Soon the signs started appearing. THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED BARN IN AMERICA. We counted five signs before we reached the site. There were forty cars and a tour bus in the makeshift lot. We..
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I think fiction rescues history from its confusions.
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Don DeLillo |
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I'm a novelist, period. An American novelist.
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Don DeLillo |
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Popular culture is inescapable in the U.S. Why not use it?
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Don DeLillo |
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War is the ultimate realization of modern technology.
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Don DeLillo |
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Who will die first?
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Don DeLillo |
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All plots tend to move deathwards. This is the nature of plots.
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Don DeLillo |
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Every disaster made us wish for something bigger, grander, more sweeping.
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Don DeLillo |
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To become a crowd is to keep out death.
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Don DeLillo |
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I heard a noise, faint, monotonous, white.
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Don DeLillo |
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Remember literature, Charlie? It involved getting drunk and getting laid."
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