Quotes from Don DeLillo

You're more than a fair-weather friend - you're a true enemy.

bright. This was the key, it seemed to us. Everything was fine, would continue to be fine, would eventually get even better as long as the supermarket did not slip.

Las puestas de sol no tienen prisa, y nosotros tampoco. El cielo se encuentra sometido a un sortilegio poderoso y estructurado.

Imagining yourself dead is the cheapest, sleaziest, most satisfying form of childish self-pity. How sad and remorseful and guilty all those people are, standing by your great bronze coffin.

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.

Are secrets a tunnel to a dreamworld where you control events?

Let me say about Molly. If bullshit was music, she'd be a brass band.

One eventually had to confront it. Wasn't Hitler's own struggle to express himself in German the crucial subtext of his massive ranting autobiography, dictated in a fortress prison in the Bavarian hills? Grammar and syntax. The man may have felt himself imprisoned in more ways than one.

He no longer describes the earth as a library globe or a map that has come alive, as a cosmic eye staring into deep space. The earth is land and water, the dwelling place of mortal men, in elevated dictionary terms. He doesn't see it anymore (storm-spiralled, sea-bright, breathing heat and haze and colour) as an occasion for picturesque language, for easeful play or speculation.

Where were you when James Dean died?" he said in a threatening voice.

For most people there are only two places in the world. Where they live and their TV set. If a thing happens on television, we have every right to find it fascinating, whatever it is.

There is a darkness attached to them, a foreboding. They make me wary not of personal failure and defeat but of something more general, something large in scope and content.

Cotsakis was a monolith of thick and wadded flesh. He'd been Little Richard's personal bodyguard and had led security details at rock concerts before joining the faculty here.

Make no mistake. I take these children seriously. It is not possible to see too much in them, to overindulge your casual gift for the study of character. It is all there, in full force, charged waves of identity and being. There are no amateurs in the world of children.

When the Old God leaves the world, what happens to all the unexpended faith?

What did I read just the other day? there are more people dead today than in the rest of world history put together. What's one extra? I'd just as soon die while I'm trying to put Orest Mercator's name in the record book.' I looked at my son. I said, 'Is he trying to tell us there are more people dying in this twenty0four hour period than in the rest of human history up to now?

There is much here that is holy, an aberration in the heartland of the real.

I followed him into the supermarket. Blasts of color, layers of oceanic sound. We walked under a bright banner announcing a raffle to raise money for some incurable disease. The wording seemed to indicate that the winner would get the disease. Murray likened the banner to a Tibetan prayer flag.

People sense things that are invisible. But when something's staring you right in the face, that's when you miss it completely.

The mind of a woman. The delicate chambering and massive unidirectional flow, like a physics experiment.

What did I read just the other day? there are more people dead today than in the rest of world history put together. What's one extra? I'd just as soon die while I'm trying to put Orest Mercator's name in the record book.' I looked at my son. I said, 'Is he trying to tell us there are more people dying in this twenty-four hour period than in the rest of human history up to now?

She was afraid he would turn into one of those men who make a saintliness of their resentment, shining through the years with a pure and tortured light.

That's my argument exactly. Fangs. Snakebite. Fifty thousand people a year die of snakebite. it was on television last night.' 'Everything was on television last night.,' Orest said.

What happens to people who live inside their phones?