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By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

Fame and secrecy are the high and low ends of the same fascination.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

A shrewd person would one day start a religion based on coincidence, if he hasn't already, and make a million.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Don Delillo

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Don Delillo

My son used to believe that he could look at a plane in flight and make it explode in midair by simply thinking it. He believed, at thirteen, that the border between himself and the world was thin and porous enough to allow him to affect the course of events. An aircraft in flight was a provocation too strong to ignore. He’d watch a plane gaining altitude after taking off from Sky Harbor and he’d sense an element of catastrophe tacit in the very fact of a flying object filled with people. He was sensitive to the most incidental stimulus and he thought he could feel the object itself yearning to burst. All he had to do was wish the fiery image into his mind and the plane would ignite and shatter. His sister used to tell him, Go ahead, blow it up, let me see you take that plane out of the sky with all two hundred people aboard, and it scared him to hear someone talk this way and it scared her too because she wasn’t completely convinced he could not do it. It’s the special skill of an adolescent to imagine the end of the world as an adjunct to his own discontent. But Jeff got older and lost interest and conviction. He lost the paradoxical gift for being separate and alone and yet intimately connected, mind-wired to distant things.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

It was only when I found myself writing things I didn't realise I knew that I said, 'I'm a writer now.'

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

Freud is finished, Einstein's next.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things that others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

I never wanted to change the world. Norman Mailer wanted to, he set himself the task of changing the consciousness of our age. And I think he came pretty close, in the 1960s, to actually managing to do it. But me? No, no, I never wanted anything like that. I'm not Maileresque.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four years to go, I think. Nine more years. Two years and I'm dead. The power of numbers is never more evident than when we use them to speculate on the time of our dying.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

Years after I'd seen him for the last time I found myself thinking of him unexpectedly and often. You know how certain places grow powerful in the mind with passing time. In those early morning dreams when I come back to bed after a sleepy pee and fall quickly into the narrow end of the night, there is one set of streets I keep returning to, one dim mist of railroad rooms and certain figures reappear, borderline ghosts.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

I quit my job just to quit. I didn't quit my job to write fiction. I just didn't want to work anymore.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Don Delillo

The painted aircraft took on sunlight and pulse. Sweeps of color, bands and spatters, airy washes, the force of saturated light—the whole thing oddly personal, a sense of one painter’s hand moved by impulse and afterthought as much as by epic design. I hadn’t expected to register such pleasure and sensation. The air was color-scrubbed, coppers and ochers burning off the metal skin of the aircraft to exchange with the framing desert.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

You gave yourself away, word by word, every time you opened your trap to speak.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

The shock, the power of an ordinary life. It is a thing you could not invent with banks of computers in a dust-free room.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

It occurred to me that eating is the only form of professionalism most people ever attain.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

days like this. i look at you and feel electric. tell me you don't feel it too."_Eric Packer

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

Music is dangerous in so many ways. It's the most dangerous thing in the world.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

Murray said, ´I don´t trust anybody´s nostalgia but my own. Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past. The more powerful the nostalgia, the closer you come to violence. War is the form nostalgia takes when men are hard-pressed to say something good about their country.´

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

We don't really know how technology will affect narrative. That's the question. See, people used to say that the novel is going to die, but they would never say that movies will die with it, when in fact all forms depend on the narrative. I think if one of them fails, the others are going to fail as well. Maybe this will happen to both forms, and maybe movies will take a totally different direction with fiction.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

Time is a corporate asset now. It belongs to the free market system. The present is harder to find... The future becomes insistent.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

Naturally a direct comparison of terrorist and novelist is complete nonsense. But there was once a time when the novelist also had some influence on how his contemporaries thought, the way they saw the world, the way they lived.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Don Delillo

We drove 22 miles into the country around Farmington. There were meadows and apple orchards. White fences trailed through the rolling fields. Soon the sign started appearing. THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED BARN IN AMERICA. We counted five signs before we reached the site. There were 40 cars and a tour bus in the makeshift lot. We walked along a cowpath to the slightly elevated spot set aside for viewing and photographing. All the people had cameras; some had tripods, telephoto lenses, filter kits. A man in a booth sold postcards and slides -- pictures of the barn taken from the elevated spot. We stood near a grove of trees and watched the photographers. Murray maintained a prolonged silence, occasionally scrawling some notes in a little book. "No one sees the barn," he said finally. A long silence followed. "Once you've seen the signs about the barn, it becomes impossible to see the barn." He fell silent once more. People with cameras left the elevated site, replaced by others. We're not here to capture an image, we're here to maintain one. Every photograph reinforces the aura. Can you feel it, Jack? An accumulation of nameless energies." There was an extended silence. The man in the booth sold postcards and slides. "Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what the others see. The thousands who were here in the past, those who will come in the future. We've agreed to be part of a collective perception. It literally colors our vision. A religious experience in a way, like all tourism." Another silence ensued. "They are taking pictures of taking pictures," he said.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

True terror is a language and a vision. There is a deep narrative structure to terrorist acts, and they infiltrate and alter consciousness in ways that writers used to aspire to.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

It frequently happens that I begin a novel with just a visual image of something, a vague sense of people in three dimensional space.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

The world isn't going to be destroyed, but you don't feel safe anymore in your plane or train or office or auditorium.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Don Delillo

What you see is not what wee se. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

The world is full of abandoned meanings. In the commonplace I find unexpected themes and intensities.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

He'd once told me that the art of getting ahead in New York was based on learning how to express dissatisfaction in an interesting way. The air was full of rage and complaint. People had no tolerance for your particular hardship unless you knew how to entertain them with it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

Some people are larger than life. Hitler is larger than death.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

American writers ought to stand and live in the margins, and be more dangerous.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

Dying was just an extended version of Ash Wednesday.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

One connection I see between novelists and terrorists is that we both attempt to alter consciousness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

I've never made an outline for any novel that I've written. Never.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

If any art form can accommodate contemporary culture, it's the novel. It's so malleable - it can incorporate essays, poetry, film. Maybe the challenge for the novelist is to stretch his art and his language, to the point where it can finally describe what's happening around him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Don Delillo

The writer is driven by his conviction that some truths aren't arrived at so easily, that life is still full of mystery, that it might be better for you, Dear Reader, if you went back to the Living section of your newspaper because this is the dying section and you don't really want to be here.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

The excitement of theatre is palpable but the frustrations, and the complete absence of a definitive evening - the play as text means practically nothing in a way - , there's no particular performance that is definitive in the way a novel is a solid object you hold in your hands and here it is. You can't say that about a play. If the novel gives us a sense of throbbing consciousness, theater is pure soul, beautiful and elusive.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Don Delillo

I've bought these peanuts before. They're round, cubical, pock-marked, seamed. Broken peanuts. A lot of dust at the bottom of the jar. But they taste good. Most of all I like the packages themselves. You were right, Jack. This is the last avant-garde. Bold new forms. The power to shock.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Don Delillo

The thinness of contemporary life. I can poke my finger through it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Don Delillo

How I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

Even when you self-destruct, you want to fail more, lose more, die more than others, stink more than others.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Don Delillo

Spy planes, drone aircraft, satellites with cameras that can see from three hundred miles what you can see from a hundred feet. They see and they hear. Like ancient monks, you know, who recorded knowledge, wrote it painstakingly down. These systems collect and process. All the secret knowledge of the world.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Don Delillo

That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

I don't want to do the type of writing where I recite biography, parentage and education. I want to rise up from the words on the page and do something, hurt someone.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Don Delillo

I don't consider myself paranoid at all. I think I see things exactly as they are.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Don Delillo

I'm not reclusive at all. Just private.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Don Delillo

The family is the cradle of the world’s misinformation. There must be something in family life that generates factual error. Over-closeness, the noise and heat of being. Perhaps even something deeper like the need to survive. Murray says we are fragile creatures surrounded by a world of hostile facts. Facts threaten our happiness and security. The deeper we delve into things, the looser our structure may seem to become. The family process works towards sealing off the world. Small errors grow heads, fictions proliferate. I tell Murray that ignorance and confusion can’t possibly be the driving forces behind family solidarity. What an idea, what a subversion. He asks me why the strongest family units exist in the least developed societies. Not to know is a weapon of survival, he says. Magic and superstition become entrenched as the powerful orthodoxy of the clan. The family is strongest where objective reality is most likely to be misinterpreted. What a heartless theory, I say. But Murray insists it’s true.