Don DeLillo
Don DeLillo
Donald Richard "Don" DeLillois an American novelist, playwright and essayist. His works have covered subjects as diverse as television, nuclear war, sports, the complexities of language, performance art, the Cold War, mathematics, the advent of the digital age, politics, economics, and global terrorism. Initially a well-regarded cult writer, the publication in 1985 of White Noise brought him widespread recognition. It was followed in 1988 by Libra, a bestseller. DeLillo has twice been a Pulitzer Prize for Fiction finalist), won the...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth20 November 1936
CityBronx, NY
The future belongs to crowds.
The genius of rock music is that it matched the cultural hysteria around it.
The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in the ground, of course, asleep and crumbling. Perhaps we are what they dream.
Silence, exile, cunning and so on... it's my nature to keep quiet about most things. Even the ideas in my work.
I watch movies occasionally, and I watch documentaries. Virtually nothing else.
American writers ought to stand and live in the margins, and be more dangerous.
Technology and violence are interdependent.
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.
Never underestimate the power of the State to act out its own massive fantasies.
Doesn't our knowledge of death make life more precious?' What good is a preciousness based on fear and anxiety? It's an anxious quivering thing
This is the whole point of technology. It creates an appetite for immortality on the one hand. It threatens universal extinction on the other. Technology is lust removed from nature. - Murray (WN 285)
People who are in power make their arrangements in secret, largely as a way of maintaining and furthering that power.
Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.
Why is it so hard to be serious, so easy to be too serious?