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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b46ab53 | and it made his heart shake to hear these things in the street or bus or dime store, the uninventable poetry, inside the pain, of what people say. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 3d9347a | This was New York. Every living breathing genotype entered his cab at some point, day or night. And if this was an inflated notion, that was New York as well. Two | Don DeLillo | ||
| a30306a | It was amazing how often kind-looking people turned out to be crazy. He wondered gravely whether things had reached such bad state that only crazy people attempted commonplace acts of kindness, that the crazy and the kind were one and the same. | Don DeLillo | ||
| e003dda | Everything is supposed to be something. But it never is. That's the nature of existence. | expectations perception reality | Don DeLillo | |
| b18f7bd | When she started back she saw a blue jay perched atop the feeder. She stopped dead and held her breath. It stood large and polished and looked royally remote from the other birds busy feeding and she could nearly believe she'd never seen a jay before. It stood enormous, looking in at her, seeing whatever it saw, and she wanted to tell Rey to look up. She watched it, black-barred across the wings and tail, and she thought she'd somehow only .. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 248e704 | The nice thing about life is that it's filled with second chances. Quoting Bill. | Don DeLillo | ||
| ba476f3 | I thought of women in other places, streets and boulevards in major cities, wind blowing, a woman's skirt lifting in the breeze, the way the wind tenses the skirt, giving shape to the legs, making the skirt dip between the legs, revealing knees and thighs. Were these my father's thoughts or mine? | Don DeLillo | ||
| 82af7b9 | Isolation is not a drawback to those who understand that isolation is the point." I" | Don DeLillo | ||
| e556417 | He found his cigar smoldering in an ashtray on the liquor cabinet and he fired it up again. The aroma gave him a sense of robust health. He smelled well-being, long life, even placid fatherhood, somewhere, in the burning leaf. | Don DeLillo | ||
| de400f4 | He tried to read his way into sleep but only grew more wakeful. He read science and poetry. He liked spare poems sited minutely in white space, ranks of alphabetic strokes burnt into paper. Poems made him conscious of his breathing. A poem bared the moment to things he was not normally prepared to notice. | Don DeLillo | ||
| b27b542 | It seems that danger assigns to public voices the responsibility of a rhythm, as if in metrical units there is a coherence we can use to balance whatever senseless and furious event is about to come rushing around our heads. | Don DeLillo | ||
| b37812e | She is the kind of child who feels a protective tenderness toward her own beginnings. It is part of her strategy in a world of displacements to make every effort to restore and preserve, keep things together for their value as remembering objects, a way of fastening herself to a life. | Don DeLillo | ||
| bb37243 | What terrorists gain, novelists lose. The degree to which they influence mass consciousness is the extent of our decline as shapers of sensibility and thought. The danger they represent equals our own failure to be dangerous.' 'And the more clearly we see terror, the less impact we feel from art. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 4b6d275 | Many things that were anchored to the balance of power and the balance of terror seem to be undone, unstuck. Things have no limits now. Money has no limits. I don't understand money anymore. Money is undone. Violence is undone, violence is easier now, it's uprooted, out of control, it has no measure anymore, it has no level of values. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 2cc57a6 | I think of kids. It makes me feel selfish, to be so wary of having a family. Never mind do I have a job or not. I'll have a job soon, a good one. That's not it. I'm in awe of raising, basically, someone so tiny and soft. | Don DeLillo | ||
| ee0c6b7 | If we isolate the stray thought, the passing thought," he said, "the thought whose origin is unfathomable, then we begin to understand that we are routinely deranged, everyday crazy." We loved the idea of being everyday crazy. It rang so true, so real. "In our privatest mind," he said, "there is only chaos and blur. We invented logic to beat back our creatural selves. We assert or deny. We follow M with N." Our privatest mind, we thought. D.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 90acfe8 | The shallower our arguments, the more intense we became. | Don DeLillo | ||
| e49e105 | Maybe this man experiences another kind of reality where he is here and there, before and after, and he moves from one to the other shatteringly, in a state of collapse, minus an identity, a language, a way to enjoy the savor of the honey-coated toast she watches him eat. She | Don DeLillo | ||
| 30addb6 | Billy tried to imagine the birth of Cyril's wife's baby. It would happen in grim lights violently. A dripping thing trying to clutch to its hole. Dredged up and beaten. Blood and drool and womb mud. How cute, this neon shrieker made to plunge upward, odd-headed blob, this marginal electric glow-thing. Dressed and powdered now. Engineered to abstract design. Cling, suck and cry. Follow with the eye. Gloom and drought of unprotected sleep. Ha.. | delillo-ratner-s-star don-delillo ratner-s-star ratners-star | Don DeLillo | |
| f2b0c9a | I move past the scaffolding and walk down the steps, hearing one language after another, rich, harsh, mysterious, strong. This is what we bring to the temple, not prayer or chant or slaughtered rams. Our offering is language. | Don DeLillo | ||
| e3eab4d | Meredith was not so secure in her maturity that she did not suffer those periods of despondency and doubt which seemed to weave through the lives of self-reliant women. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 920a6e9 | He liked to mingle with shopping mall crowds. "I'm counting on you to tell me, Jack." "Tell you what?" "You're the only person I know that's educated enough to give me the answer." "The answer to what?" "Were people this dumb before television?" One" | Don DeLillo | ||
| 959e855 | Ingram did an echocardiogram. Eric was on his back, with a skewed view of the monitor, and wasn't sure whether he was watching a computerized mapping of his heart or a picture of the thing itself. It throbbed forcefully on screen. The image was only a foot away but the heart assumed another context, one of distance and immensity, beating in the blood plum raptures of a galaxy in gormation. What mystery he glimpsed in this functional muscle... | Don DeLillo | ||
| b34b9cd | People say great art is immortal. I say there's something mortal in it. It carries a glimpse of death. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 01afeb9 | Brita said, 'I read at home, I read in hotels, I take a book with me on a twenty-minute trip to the dentist. Then I read in the waiting room. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 1ba5d11 | He could have told George a writer creates a character as a way to reveal consciousness, increase the flow of meaning. This is how we reply to power and beat back our fear. By extending the pitch of consciousness and human possibility. This poet you've snatched. His detention drains the world of one more thimble of meaning. He should have said these things to that son of a bitch, although actually he liked George, but he'd never considered .. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 44c45fb | a closeness that felt sorry and cheap the minute she walked out of the room. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 3ae71a3 | As I listened I thought a featureless baggy man was striking me in slow motion with a well-polished stone. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 85bb860 | I am a bad actor." "Not for me or my camera. I see the person, not some idea he wants to make himself into." "I'm all idea today." "I definitely don't see it." "I'm playing the idea of death. Look closely," he said." | Don DeLillo | ||
| a8dc14a | The love of minds should last beyond lives. | lives love minds | Don DeLillo | |
| 57dd13f | As pessoas nao vao morrer. Nao e esse o credo da nova cultura? As pessoas vao ser absorvidas em fluxos de informacoes. Nao entendo nada disso. Os computadores vao morrer. Ja estao morrendo na sua forma atual. Estao praticamente mortos como unidades distintas. Uma caixa, uma tela, um teclado. Eles estao se dissolvendo na textura da vida cotidiana. (...) Ate a palavra computador parece retrograda e burra." | technology | Don DeLillo | |
| 81fdb65 | Isn't it possible that this midcentury moment enters the skin more lastingly than the vast shaping strategies of eminent leaders, generals steely in their sunglasses -- the mapped visions that pierce our dreams? | Don DeLillo | ||
| 29032f4 | It is just so interesting," he says at last. "The colors and all." The colors and all." | Don DeLillo | ||
| 6a2de60 | L'azione e verita, e la verita vacilla quando la guerra finisce e gli abitanti del villaggio sono liberi di tornare ai loro campi. Sopravviviamo, e siamo nuovamente sconfitti. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 6c1a3f6 | But she missed simple things, parents' birthdays, a rug underfoot, nights when she didn't have to sleep in a zipped bag. She began to think she was inadequate to the strict plain shapes of churchly faith. Head pains hit her at the end of the day. They came with a shining, an electrochemical sheen, light from out of nowhere, brain-made, the eerie gleam of who you are. | Don DeLillo | ||
| be8f8da | There was one thing more he wanted from this funeral. He wanted to see the hearse pass by again, the body tilted for viewing, a digital corpse, a loop, a replication. It did not seem right that the hearse had come and gone. He wanted it to reappear at intervals, proud body open to the night, to replenish the sorrow and wonder of the crowd. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 857b182 | I think we ought to have our intercourse now. | Don DeLillo | ||
| ec33b05 | Grass: I've invested heavily in blood futures. I have a direct line to the trading floor for polyester blood. There's a heaving mass of men crying out their bids. The blood arrives at the warehouse in the form of double-knit suits. It's the only kind of suit I wear. When I collapse in the street, paramedics rush me to the hospital, liquefy the suit and inject it in my veins. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 04161fc | Tutto dovrebbe essere qualcosa. Ma non lo e mai. E la natura dell'esistenza. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 83d8069 | I watched Buford set things up and I decided that tending bar might be a pretty good way to spend one's life. Spanking down big foaming steins of beer to be encircled by the huge skeet-shooting hands of virile novelists. Rattling the cocktail shaker and doing a little samba step for the amusement of the ladies. To be an expert at something. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 56a6562 | He liked the fact that the cars were indistinguishable from each other. He wanted such a car because he thought it was a platonic replica, weightless for all its size, less an object than an idea. But he knew this wasn't true. This was something he said for effect and he didn't believe it for an instant. He believed it for an instant but only just. He wanted the car because it was not only oversized but aggressively and contemptuously so, m.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| f87246c | This is death. I don't want it to tarry awhile so I can write a monograph. I want it to go away for seventy or eighty years. | long-life monograph time | Don DeLillo | |
| a0d8280 | There's a rumor it seems involving the finance minister. He's supposed to resign any time now," she said. "Some kind of scandal about a misconstrued comment. He made a comment about the economy that may have been misconstrued. The whole country is analyzing the grammar and syntax of this comment. Or it wasn't even what he said. It was when he paused. They are trying to construe the meaning of the pause. It could be deeper, even, than gramma.. | postmodernism | Don DeLillo | |
| 4aae9c8 | As a volunteer reader to the blind, Babette had some reservations about the old gent's appetite for the unspeakable and seamy, believing that the handicapped were morally bound to higher types of entertainment. If we couldn't look to them for victories of the human spirit, who could we look to? They had an example to set just as she did as a reader and morale-booster. But she was professional in her duty, reading to him with high earnestnes.. | Don DeLillo |