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
Too much has been forgotten in the name of memory.
People who are powerless make an open theater of violence.
I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.
Every sentence has a truth waiting at the end of it and the writer learns how to know it when he finally gets there.
Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.
Fear is unnatural. Lightning and thunder are unnatural. Pain, death, reality, these are all unnatural. We can't bear these things as they are. We know too much. So we resort to repression, compromise and disguise. This is how we survive the universe. This is the natural language of the species.
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.
Past, present and future are not amenities of language. Time unfolds into the seamsof being. It passes through you, making and shaping.
Longing on a large scale makes history.
In the face of technology, everything becomes a little atavistic.
I used to think it was possible for an artist to alter the inner life of the culture. Now bomb-makers and gunmen have taken that territory.
That's why people take vacations. No to relax or find excitement or see new places. To escape the death that exists in routine things.
When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see.