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No. Your crime has no conscience. You haven't been driven to do it by some oppressive social force. How I hate to be reasonable. You're not against the rich. Nobody's against the rich. Everybody's ten seconds from being rich. Or so everybody thought. No. Your crime is in your head. Another fool shooting up a diner because because
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You know what capitalism produces. According to Marx and Engels." "Its own grave-diggers," he said. "But these are not the grave-diggers. This is the free market itself. These people are a fantasy generated by the market. They don't exist outside the market. There is nowhere they can go to be on the outside. There is no outside." The camera tracked a cop chasing a young man through the crowd, an image that seemed to exist at some drifting d..
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resistance
cosmopolis
protest
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America can be saved only by what it's trying to destroy.
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How many times do two people have to fuck before one of them deserves to die?" _Eric Packer"
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die
two-people
don-delillo
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Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a life beyond death. Maybe these things are justification enough for our hopes and dreams, although I wouldn't say that to a dying man.
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dance
arts
hopes
poetry
dream
death
dreams
music
hope
life-after-death
posterity
ritual
dying
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The self. What is the self? Everything you are, without others, without friends or strangers or lovers or children or streets to walk or food to eat or mirrors in which to see yourself. But are you anyone without others?
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Don DeLillo |
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I'm not just a college professor. I'm the head of a department. I don't see myself fleeing an airborne toxic event. That's for people who live in mobile homes out in the scrubby parts of the county, where the fish hatcheries are.
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Don DeLillo |
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I'm completely aware of Matisse and what he said, that painters must begin by cutting out their tongues.
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painters
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What was the barn like before it was photographed?' he said. 'What did it look like, how was it different from other barns, how was it similar to other barns? We can't answer these questions because we've read the signs, seen the people snapping the pictures. We can't get outside the aura. We're part of the aura. We're here, we're now.
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photography
barn
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Don DeLillo |
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i like your mother. you have your mother's breasts." "her breasts." "great stand-up tits." he said"
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don-delillo
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The encounter put me in the mood to shop...Babette and the kids followed me into the elevator, into the shops set along the tiers, through the emporiums and the department stores, puzzled but excited by my desire to buy. When I could not decide between two shirts, they encouraged me to buy both. When I said I was hungry they fed me pretzels, beer, souvlaki. The two girls scouted ahead, spotting things they thought I might want or need, runn..
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Don DeLillo |
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There was something touching about the fact that Murray was dressed almost totally in corduroy.
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humor
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Don DeLillo |
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If this makes me sexier then where are you going?
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Don DeLillo |
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I am advising you in this matter not only as your chief of finance, but as a woman who would still be married to her husbands if they had looked at her the way you have looked at me here today.
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Don DeLillo |
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Decorative gestures add romance to a life.
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Don DeLillo |
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The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future.
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i want to eat lunch. you want to eat lunch. we're people in the world. we need to eat and talk."_Eric Packer"
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don-delillo
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I went to the room in Great Jones Street, a small crooked room, cold as a penny, looking out on warehouses, trucks and rubble. There was snow on the windowledge. Some rags and an unloved ruffled shirt of mine had been stuffed into places where the window frame was warped and cold air entered. The refrigerator was unplugged, full of record albums, tapes, and old magazines. I went to the sink and turned on both taps all the way, drawing an in..
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bowery
east-village
houston
noho
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Don DeLillo |
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The genius of the primitive mind is that it can render human helplessness in noble and beautiful ways.
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Don DeLillo |
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He is just a running boy, a half-seen figure from the streets, but the way running reveals some clue to being, the way a runner bares himself to consciousness, this is how the dark-skinned kid seems to open to the world, how the bloodrush of a dozen strides brings him into eloquence.
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Nothingness is staring you in the face. Utter and permanent oblivion. You will cease to be. To be, Jack. The dier accepts this and dies. The killer, in theory, attempts to defeat his own death by killing others. He buys time, he buys life. - Murray (WN 291)
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Don DeLillo |
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It is the violent act that makes history and changes everything that came before. (154)
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But that's why you built the towers, isn't it? Weren't the towers built as fantasies of wealth and power that would one day become fantasies of destruction? You build a thing like that so you can see it come down. The provocation is clear. What other reason would there be to go so high and then to double it, do it twice? It's a fantasy, so why not do it twice? You are saying, Here it is, bring it down.
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They had to evacuate the grade school on Tuesday. Kids were getting headaches and eye irritations, tasting metal in their mouths. A teacher rolled on the floor and spoke foreign languages. No one knew what was wrong. Investigators said it could be the ventilating system, the paint or varnish, the foam insulation, the electrical insulation, the cafeteria food, the rays emitted by microcomputers, the asbestos fireproofing, the adhesive on shi..
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Don DeLillo |
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We commit our crimes at night and reveal ourselves in the high noon of studio lights.
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Don DeLillo |
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There was something theatrical about the protest, ingratiating even. . . . There was a shadow of transaction between the demonstrators and the state. The protest was a form of systemic hygiene, purging and lubricating. It attested again, for the ten thousandth time, to the market culture's innovative brilliance, its ability to shape itself to its own flexible ends, absorbing everything around it.
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state
systems
protest
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I'm a world citizen with a New York set of balls.
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Don DeLillo |
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Haven't you felt it? The loss of autonomy. The sense of being virtualized. The devices you use, the ones you carry everywhere, room to room, minute to minute, inescapably. Do you ever feel unfleshed? All the coded impulses you depend on to guide you. All the sensors in the room are watching you, listening to you, tracking your habits, measuring your capabilities. All the linked data designed to incorporate you into the megadata. Is there so..
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Don DeLillo |
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Only writing could soak up his loneliness and pain. Written words could tell him who he was.
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Would you ask a man who bags groceries if he fears death not because it is death but because there are still some interesting groceries he would like to bag?
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philosophical
humour
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It is when death is rendered graphically, is televised so to speak, that you sense an eerie separation between your condition and yourself. A network of symbols has been introduced, an entire awesome technology wrested from the gods. It makes you feel like a stranger in your own dying.
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postmodernism
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I began to think of myself as a perennial tourist. There was something agreeable about this. To be a tourist is to escape accountability. Errors and failings don't cling to you the way they do back home. You're able to drift across continents and languages, suspending the operation of sound thought. Tourism is the march of stupidity. You're expected to be stupid. The entire mechanism of the host country is geared to travelers acting stupidl..
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I drove all night, northeast, and once again I felt it was literature I had been confronting these past days, the archetypes of the dismal mystery, sons and daughters of the archetypes, images that could not be certain which of two confusions held less terror, their own or what their own might become if it ever faced the truth. I drove at insane speeds.
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terror
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This was worse than a retched nightmare. It was the nightmare of real things, the fallen wonder of the world
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There was religion, then there was God. Lianne wanted to disbelieve. Disbelief was the line of travel that led to clarity of thought and purpose. Or was this simply another form of superstition? She wanted to trust in the forces and processes of the natural world, this only, perceptible reality and scientific endeavor, men and women alone on earth. She knew there was no conflict between science and God. Take one with the other. But she didn..
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He looked at a picture on the wall and saw everything that existed outside the room he was sitting in and the one he was trying to write about. It was a picture of fishing nets stowed in canvas baskets and it had sex, memories, cravings, names of old friends, principal rivers of the world. Writing was bad for the soul when you got right down to it. It protected your worst tendencies. Narrowed everything to failure and its devastations. Gave..
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Find someone to push him ever sunward. There's always something you're not supposed to see but it is a condition of growing up that you will see it.
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Don DeLillo |
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She was the one, I decided, who would guide me into the vortex of the cliche.
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Don DeLillo |
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That clean but lonely feeling when there are no other cars. The traffic lights changing just for you.
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jack-ruby
libra
modernity
don-delillo
hysteria
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Don DeLillo |
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We all know how the thing we secretly fear is not a secret at all but the open and eternal thing that predicts its own recurrence.
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Don DeLillo |
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Once out of the mailroom, I began to learn more about fear. As soon as fear begins to ascend, anatomically, from the pit of the stomach to the throat and brain, from fear of violence to the more nameless kind, you come to believe you are part of a horrible experiment. I learned to distrust those superiors who encouraged independent thinking. When you gave it to them, they returned it in the form of terror, for they knew that ideas, only tha..
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fiction
organization
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Don DeLillo |
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I feel artificially myself. I'm someone who's supposed to be me.
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Don DeLillo |
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When it rains out, it also rains in.
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Don DeLillo |
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The whole country's going to puke blood when they read it.
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