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
In cities no one notices specific dying. Dying is a quality of the air. It's everywhere and nowhere.
Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.
It's all about time, dimwit time, inferior time, people checking watches and other devices, other reminders. This is time draining out of our lives. Cities were built to measure time, to remove time from nature. There's an endless counting down, he said. When you strip away surfaces, when you see into it, what's left is terror. This is the thing that literature was meant to cure. The epic poem, the bedtime story.
Words are not necessary to one's experience of the true life.
May the days be aimless. Do not advance action according to a plan.
Tourism is the march of stupidity.
You shout because it makes you brave or you want to announce your recklessness.
You feel sorry for yourself. You think you're missing something and you don't know what it is. You're lonely inside your life. You have a job and a family and a fully executed will, already, at your age, because the whole point is to die prepared, die legal, with all the papers signed. Die liquid, so they can convert to cash.
It's not enough to hate your enemy. You have to understand how the two of you bring each other to deep completion.
Evil is movement towards void.
You gave yourself away, word by word, every time you opened your trap to speak.
You become a serious novelist by living long enough.
Capital burns off the nuance in a culture. Foreign investment, global markets, corporate acquisitions, the flow of information through transnational media, the attenuating influence of money that's electronic and sex that's cyberspaced, untouched money and computer-safe sex, the convergence of consumer desire--not that people want the same things, necessarily, but that they want the same range of choices.
It was only when I found myself writing things I didn't realise I knew that I said, 'I'm a writer now.'