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| 7c31816 | Wallace's philosophy in The Pale King (TPK 546) is that we can ride out waves of boredom and oblivion into bliss and conscious (re)discovery, like another pioneer. With respect to Wallace's fiction, as Don DeLillo said, "There is always another reader to regenerate these words" (DeLillo, Legacy 24)." | Greg Carlisle | ||
| 444ba4b | Le trame possiedono una logica. C'e una tendenza, nelle trame, a evolvere in direzione della morte. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 59f636b | This sentiment was expressed not so much in words and actions as in terrible and articulate sounds | Don DeLillo | ||
| f3351f0 | Only absences were fully shared. | Don DeLillo | ||
| ed6d541 | I have only a bare working knowledge of the human brain but it's enough to make me proud to be an American. Your brain has a trillion neurons and every neuron has ten thousand little dendrites. The system of inter-communication is awe-inspiring. It's like a galaxy that you can hold in your hand, only more complex, more mysterious." "Why does this make you proud to be an American?" "The infant's brain develops in response to stimuli. We st.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 2b063d0 | Tuition at the College-on-the-Hill is fourteen thousand dollars, Sunday brunch included. | Don DeLillo | ||
| f46afb5 | Soon the signs started appearing. THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED BARN IN AMERICA. | Don DeLillo | ||
| c023211 | I felt the distance and stillness of that sprawled dawn like some endless sky waking inside me, flared against the laughter. | Don DeLillo | ||
| edd6f71 | When we reached the sidewalk, a lovely teen-age girl wearing pink eyelashes asked me for my autograph. "I don't know who you are," she said, "but I'm sure you must be somebody." | Don DeLillo | ||
| 771bd0e | Albert Camus's The Stranger, which he'd found revelatory at nineteen. An ancient copy of Don DeLillo's Great Jones Street had been a | Matthew FitzSimmons | ||
| ee9decb | I have a deep thought for you. Science fiction is just beginning to catch up with the Old Testament. See artificial nitrates run off into the rivers and oceans. See carbon dioxide melt the polar ice caps. See the world's mineral reserves dwindle. See war, famine and plague. See barbaric hordes defile the temple of virgins. See wild stallions mount the prairie dogs. I said science fiction but I guess I meant science. Anyway there's some kind.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| eece676 | Her umbrella was useless in the wind. It was the kind of wind-whipped rain that empties the streets of people and makes day and place feel anonymous. | Don DeLillo | ||
| c05abec | DeLillo presents art as the soundest magic against dread, the truest source of radiance and community. Albeit tentatively and ambiguously, Underworld suggests that artists may achieve an accommodation with culture that is also act of resistance. (7) | Mark Osteen | ||
| 7e7ff6b | She missed the autumn weekends at somebody's country house, leaf-fall and touch football, kids tumbling down grassy slopes, leaders and followers, all watched by a pair of tall slender dogs poised on their haunches like figures in myth. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 40a7e90 | News of disaster is the only narrative people need. The darker the news, the grander the narrative. News is the last addiction before--what? I don't know. But you're smart to trap us in your camera before we disappear. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 955b310 | Branch is stuck all right. He has abandoned his life to understanding that moment in Dallas, the seven seconds that broke the back of the American century. [...] There is also the Warren Report, of course, with its twenty-six accompanying volumes of testimony and exhibits, its millions of words. Branch thinks this is the megaton novel James Joyce would have written if he'd moved to Iowa City and lived to be a hundred. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 4b87c4b | He had a good vocabulary except when he was talking to someone. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 3126bf1 | In a country that's in a hurry to make the future, the names attached to the products are an enduring reassurance. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 95a42ff | He has abandoned his life to understanding that moment in Dallas, the seven seconds that broke the back of the American century. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 2eb3dc0 | The Oswald shadings, the multiple images, the split perceptions--eye color, weapons caliber--these seem a foreboding of what is to come. The endless fact-rubble of the investigations. How many shots, how many gunmen, how many directions? Powerful events breed their own network of inconsistencies. The simple facts elude authentication. How many wounds on the President's body? What is the size and shape of the wounds? The multiple Oswald reap.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 4b3d8ac | History is the angle at which realities meet. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 65ee1fc | Sullivan filled the moody silence by announcing that my digression on numbers was somewhat less than Euclidean in its sweep and purity; that one of my main faults was a tendency to get blinded by the neon of an idea, never reaching truly inside it; that to follow a number to infinity was not necessarily to arrive at God. With her fork she bisected a crisp slice of bacon, a piece so brittle the fork barely had to touch it; she then halved th.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 45cfd33 | When a writer doesn't show his face, he becomes a local symptom of God's famous reluctance to appear. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 18c9189 | I am a twentiethcentury individual. I am working myself up to a point where I can exist beyond guilt, beyond blood, beyond the ridiculous past. Thank goodness for America. In this country there's a chance to accomplish such a thing. I want to look straight ahead. I want to see things clearly. I'd like to become singleminded and straightforward in the most literal sense of those words. History is no more accurate than prophecy. I reject the .. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 597921e | He had ambitions on my behalf and more or less at my expense. This is the custom among men who have failed to be heroes; their sons must prove that the seed was not impoverished. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 6e3e02d | He was waiting for a man with a knife to come out of a doorway at him. All this time, he told me, he had been trying to steal death from her body. By confronting it himself, he would keep it away from her. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 3059823 | A police car went by with its siren going, a rotary slurping noise, it sounded like the blender in their kitchen--she made fruit shakes compulsively that they felt morally bound to drink. | Don DeLillo | ||
| b770560 | The system was invisible, which made it all the more impressive, all the more disquieting to deal with. But we were in accord, at least for now. | Don DeLillo | ||
| da86b1f | There's less and less for people to talk to when they talk to me. I hope diminishing existence isn't contagious. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 24b8d47 | I would think of it with affection because of its scenes of fragmentary beauty, because it brought men closer together through their perversity and fear, because it enabled us to pretend that death could be a tender experience, and because it breached the long silence. | Don DeLillo | ||
| f841338 | Maybe they sensed that they were waving at themselves, waving in the hope that someday if evidence is demanded of their passage through time, demanded by their own doubts, a moment might be recalled when they stood in a dazzling plaza in the sun and were registered on the transparent plastic ribbon; and thirty years away, on that day when proof is needed, it could be hoped that their film is being projected on a screen somewhere, and there .. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 50e8b80 | Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It's a settling of grievances between the present and the past. | Don DeLillo | ||
| e54e655 | A sunset is the story of the world's day. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 45dd3d5 | But there are different kinds of death, David. And I prefer that kind, his kind, to the death I've been fighting all my life. | Don DeLillo | ||
| f9b0379 | Everyone was a spook or dupe or asset, a double, courier, cutout or defector, or was related to one. We were all linked in a vast and rhythmic coincidence, a daisy chain of rumor, suspicion and secret wish. | Don DeLillo | ||
| db62eb8 | The ceiling angled down right over me and I raised my arm and touched it with my fingertips. All children, I thought, should be permitted to sleep in such a room; the child loves nooks and odd angles and is frightened into nightmare by equidistance, by parallel planes which conceal nothing. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 593d12f | There's a neat correlation between the complexity of the hardware and the lack of genuine attachments. Devices make everyone pliant. There's a general sponginess, a lack of conviction. | Don DeLillo | ||
| cf1c69b | In a crisis the true facts are whatever other people say they are. No one's knowledge is less secure than your own. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 7122359 | Technology has become a force of nature. We can't control it. It comes blowing over the planet and there's nowhere for us to hide. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 13e5457 | Transient pleasures, drastic measures. | Don DeLillo | ||
| a02bc85 | Money was spiritual indemnity against some unspecifiable future loss. It existed in purest form in his mind, my money, a reinforcing source of meditation. | Don DeLillo | ||
| eed9e48 | Embodied in objects was a partial sense of sharing. They didn't lift their eyes from their respective sets. But noises bound them, a cyclist kick-starting, the plane that came winding down the five miles from its transatlantic apex, rippling the pictures on their screens. Objects were memory inert. Desk, the bed, et cetera. Objects would survive the one who died first and remind the other of how easily halved a life can become. Death, perha.. | modern-world objects sharing-life | Don DeLillo | |
| 00aa130 | Fuck you. Show some amazement. | Don DeLillo | ||
| a55e18d | She is beginning to think it is possible that all creation is a spurt of blank matter that chances to make an emerald planet here, a dead star there, with random waste between. | Don DeLillo |