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
...Because what's the meaning of doing dishes if you're not driven by something beyond necessity.
How many beginnings before you see the lies in your excitement?
Writers, some of us, may tend to see things before other people do, things that are right there but aren't noticed in the way that a writer might notice.
We need time to lose interest in things.
To be a tourist is to escape accountability.
Was she naked?" Lasher said. "To the waist," Cotsakis said. "From which direction?" Lasher said.
Certainly I've never tried to imagine what the future will hold. It's a hopeless endeavor to try to do such a thing...
Prayer is a practical strategy, the gaining of temporal advantage in the capital markets of Sin and Remission.
Why shouldn't the death of a person you love bring you into lurid ruin? You don't know how to love the one you love until they disappear abruptly. Then you understand how thinly distanced from their suffering, how sparing of self you often were, only rarely unguarded of heart, working your networks of give-and-take.
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.
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.
Doesn't seem quite real. It's not meaningful. I can't quite imagine myself being 73. That's the age my father was! [Laughter.] How can I be his age? It's weird.
When I work, I'm just translating the world around me in what seems to be straightforward terms. For my readers, this is sometimes a vision that's not familiar. But I'm not trying to manipulate reality. This is just what I see and hear.
Be willing to die for your beliefs, or computer printouts of your beliefs.