A mystery novel localizes the awesome force of the real death outside the book, winds it tightly in a plot. Don DeLillo More Quotes by Don DeLillo More Quotes From Don DeLillo In the American soul there is a lonely individual standing in a vast landscape. Don DeLillo landscape lonely soul Only a catastrophe gets our attention. We want them, we depend on them. As long as they happen somewhere else. Don DeLillo somewhere-else want long In cities no one notices specific dying. Dying is a quality of the air. It's everywhere and nowhere. Don DeLillo dying cities air It was only when I found myself writing things I didn't realise I knew that I said, 'I'm a writer now.' Don DeLillo found said writing It's healthier to reject certain cautions than fall in line. Don DeLillo lines certain fall Being called a 'bad citizen' is a compliment to a novelist, at least to my mind. That's exactly what we ought to do. Don DeLillo novelists citizens mind Fame requires every kind of excess. I mean true fame, a devouring neon, not the sombre renown of waning statesmen or chinless kings. Don DeLillo excess kings mean The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future. Don DeLillo innocence dying wise We surrounded ourselves with smoke and loud noise. That's the way we chose to live. I'm prepared to defend it. Don DeLillo loud noise way The more things I threw away, the more I found. Don DeLillo found The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation. Don DeLillo misinformation cradle world You live in a tower that soars to heaven and goes unpunished by God. Don DeLillo soar towers heaven the instant he knew he loved her, she slipped down his body and out of his arms Don DeLillo instant arms body Talent is more erotic when it's wasted. Don DeLillo erotic talent I don't want to do the type of writing where I recite biography, parentage and education. I want to rise up from the words on the page and do something, hurt someone. Don DeLillo hurt want writing Some nights I need to be held. Tonight I'm a listener. So nice to lie in rumpled sheets and listen. Cover me with words. Don DeLillo nice night lying To a writer, madness is a final distillation of self, a final editing down. It's the drowning out of false voices. Don DeLillo voice self editing Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field. Don DeLillo stones want forever I have only a bare working knowledge of the human brain but it's enough to make me proud to be an American. Don DeLillo proud enough brain People hurried past, the others of the street, endless anonymous, twenty-one lives per second, race-walking in their faces and pigments, sprays of fleetest being. Don DeLillo race people past
