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The world is full of abandoned meanings.
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Don DeLillo |
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El sexo nos descubre. El sexo nos revela como somos. Por eso es tan estremecedor. Nos despoja de toda apariencia. Veo a una mujer practicamente desnuda y agotada, necesitada, acariciando una botella de plastico que oprime entre las piernas. [...] Ella es el amor de su vida, su amante, su puta imperecedera. El no tiene que hacer esa cosa innombrable que tanto desea hacer. Basta con que lo diga. Es asi porque ambos estan mas alla de cualquier..
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Don DeLillo |
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Sometimes it takes an entire morning to outlive a dream, to outwake a dream.
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Don DeLillo |
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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 enormous but how can you know what kind of man you've killed or who was the braver and stronger if y..
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violence
war
technology
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Is his manhood a sham? Does he love himself or hate himself? I don't think he knows. Or it changes minute to minute. Or the question is so implicit in everything he does that he can't get outside it to answer
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Don DeLillo |
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you never consider but might find amazing if you did, how the details of contact, the eye movement and hand waves, the smiles of recognition, the catch-up lives that propel the early dialogue--how this becomes an energy that moves among the guests like a circulating angel, inspiring stories, rumors, flirtations and misconstrued remarks, basically the makings of human history, even
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Don DeLillo |
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She was taking a round of medications, a mystical wheel, the ritualistic design of the hours and days in tablets and capsules, in colors, shapes and numbers.
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Don DeLillo |
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Ordinary moments make the life. This is what she knew to be trustworthy and this is what I learned, eventually, from those years we spent together. No leaps or falls. I inhale the little drizzly details of the past and know who I am. What I failed to know before is clearer now, filtered up through time, an experience belonging to no one else, not remotely, no one, anyone, ever. I watch her use the roller to remove lint from her cloth coat. ..
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metaphysics
moments
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Ample women do not plan such things. They lack the guile for conspiracies of the body.
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Don DeLillo |
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I realized the place was awash in noise. The toneless systems, the jangle and skid of carts, the loudspeaker and coffee-making machines, the cries of children. And over it all, or under it all, a dull and unlocatable roar, as of some form of swarming life just outside the range of human apprehension.
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Don DeLillo |
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At breakfast, Babette read all our horoscopes aloud, using her storytelling voice. I tried not to listen when she got to mine, although I think I wanted to listen, I think I sought some clues.
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Don DeLillo |
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Something about the occasion makes me think I'm at my own wake. Sitting for a picture is morbid business. A portrait doesn't begin to mean anything until the subject is dead. This is the whole point. We're doing this to create a kind of sentimental past for people in the decades to come. It's their past, their history we're inventing here. And it's not how I look now that matters. It's how I'll look in twenty-five years as clothing and face..
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Don DeLillo |
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It is only me, the body in the shower, one person enclosed in plastic watching a drop of water skate down the wet curtain. The moment is there to be forgotten. This seems the ultimate point. It is a moment never to be thought of except when it is in the process of unfolding.
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zero-k
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Don DeLillo |
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The falling away of things we carry around with us, twilight and chimney smoke.
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Don DeLillo |
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He looked past Chin toward streams of numbers running in opposite directions. He understood how much it meant to him, the roll and flip of data on a screen. He studied the figural diagrams that brought organic patterns into play, birdwing and chambered shell. It was shallow thinking to maintain that numbers and charts were the cold compression of unruly human energies, every sort of yearning and midnight sweat reduced to lucid units in the ..
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Don DeLillo |
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Technology is lust removed from nature.
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It's the things we forget about that tell us who we are.
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Don DeLillo |
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Stun me. I mean it. Draw the gun and shoot. I want you to do it, Kendra. Show me what it feels like. I'm looking for more. Show me something I don't know. Stun me to my DNA. Come on, do it. Click the switch. Aim and fire. I want the volts the weapon holds. Do it. Shoot it. Now.
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taser
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Don DeLillo |
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We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.
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Don DeLillo |
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That's great. Tell me about it. I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography. The beginning of the end.
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Don DeLillo |
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You are the happy one. I am the doomed fool.
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happiness
love
fool
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Why are free spirits always so fucking dumb?
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people
freedom
stupidity
free-spirits
fucking
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I want to put your voice back inside your body, where it belongs.
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Don DeLillo |
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Man's guilt in history and in the tides of his own blood has been complicated by technology, the daily seeping falsehearted death.
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existence
inevitable-progress
inverse-tower-of-babel
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Don DeLillo |
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There is no lie in war or preparation of war that can't be defended.
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Don DeLillo |
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WYATT: What kind of sound waves? DR. BAZELON: Tapes of the cries of baby mice. This sound reaches a level of forty thousand cycles per second. It's the purest thing in nature.
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Do you think I'm somehow healthier because I don't know how to repress? Is it possible that constant fear is the natural state of man and that by living close to my fear I am actually doing something heroic, Murray?" Do you feel heroic?"
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Don DeLillo |
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What people discard could make a nation
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Don DeLillo |
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How memory conspires with objects of human craft, pressing time flat, inciting a tender reminiscence.
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Don DeLillo |
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I don't know whether to feel good or bad about learning that my experience is widely shared.' 'Feel bad,' he said.
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You could put your faith in technology. It got you here, it can get you out" - Murray (WN 285)."
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There is enough mystery in the facts as we know them, enough of conspiracy, coincidence, loose ends, dead ends, multiple interpretations. There is no need [...] to invent the grand and masterful scheme, the plot that reaches flawlessly in a dozen directions. - Agent Branch (58)
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Lee Oswald] saw himself as part of something vast and sweeping. He was the product of a sweeping history, he and his mother, locked into a process, a system of money and property that diminished their human worth every day, as if by scientific law. The books made him part of something. Something led up to his presence in this room, in this particular skin, and something would follow. Men in small rooms. Men reading and waiting, struggling w..
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Il libro si adatta alla mano, si adatta all'individuo. Il modo in cui tieni in mano un libro e giri le pagine, mani e occhi, i movimenti meccanici per rastrellare la ghiaia su una calda strada di campagna, i segni sulla pagina, e come una pagina e uguale alla successiva eppure completamente diversa, le vite nei libri, le colline che diventano verdi, vecchie colline ondulate che ti facevano sentire che stavi diventando un altro.
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leggere
libri
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Picture yourself, Jack, a confirmed homebody, a sedentary fellow who finds himself walking in a deep wood. You spot something out of the corner of your eye. Before you know anything else, you know that this thing is very large and that it has no place in your ordinary frame of reference. A flaw in the world picture. Either it shouldn't be here or you shouldn't. Now the thing comes into full view. It is a grizzly bear, enormous, shiny brown,..
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Don DeLillo |
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This is what love comes down to, things that happen and what we say about them.
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Don DeLillo |
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Secrets are an exalted state, almost a dream state. They're a way of arresting motion, stopping the world so we can see ourselves in it.
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Don DeLillo |
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Sounds like a boring life." "I hope it lasts forever," she said."
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white-noise
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Don DeLillo |
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Everything was on television last night
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Don DeLillo |
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She wanted this only, to snuff out the pulse of the shaky faith she'd held for much of her life.
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Don DeLillo |
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If Greek and Latin characters are paving stones, Arabic is rain.
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Don DeLillo |
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I thought about soccer in history, the inspiration for wars, truces, rampaging mobs. The game was a global passion, spherical ball, grass or turf, entire nations in spasms of elation or lament. But what kind of sport is it that disallows the use of players' hands, except for the goalkeeper? Hands are essential human tools, the things that grasp and hold, that make, take, carry, create. If soccer were an American invention, wouldn't some Eur..
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We are not witnessing the flow of information so much as pure spectacle, or information made sacred, ritually unreadable. The small monitors of the office, home and car become a kind of idolatry here, where crowds might gather in astonishment. "Hysteria at high speeds, day to day, minute to minute. People in free societies don't have to fear the pathology of the state. We create our own frenzy, our own mass convulsions, driven by thinking m..
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Don DeLillo |
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He knew time and day of week and wondered when such scraps of data would begin to feel disposable.
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Don DeLillo |