World is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. but nothing is self-contained. Don DeLillo More Quotes by Don DeLillo More Quotes From Don DeLillo In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them now. This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fond amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past. Don DeLillo nightmeanpast Look past the violence. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun. Don DeLillo funlookspast Her death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that fifth-century sky ablaze with mystery and spiral light. Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feebleminded, doddering, toothless, liver-spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating. Who decides these things? What is out there? Who are you? Don DeLillo lightskytalking Out of some persistent sense of large-scale ruin, we kept inventing hope. Don DeLillo persistentscalesruins The world is full of abandoned meanings. In the commonplace I find unexpected themes and intensities. Don DeLillo abandonedunexpectedworld Brilliant people never think of the lives they smash, being brilliant. Don DeLillo brilliantpeoplethinking Time seems to pass. The world happens, unrolling into moments, and you stop to glance at a spider pressed to its web. There is a quickness of light and a sense of things outlined precisely and streaks of running luster on the bay. You know more surely who you are on a strong bright day after a storm when the smallest falling leaf is stabbed with self-awareness. The wind makes a sound in the pines and the world comes into being, irreversibly, and the spider rides the wind-swayed web. Don DeLillo strongrunningfall A person rises on a word and falls on a syllable. Don DeLillo syllablespersonsfall A shrewd person would one day start a religion based on coincidence, if he hasn't already, and make a million. Don DeLillo one-daycoincidencepersons Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit. Don DeLillo finalsbordersgiving He thinks he's happy but it's just a nerve cell in his brain that's getting too much stimulation or too little stimulation. Don DeLillo cellsbrainthinking We commit our crimes at night and reveal ourselves in the high noon of studio lights. Don DeLillo noonlightnight Sitting for a picture is morbid business. A portrait doesn't begin to mean anything until the subject is dead. This is the whole point. We're doing this to create a kind of sentimental past for people in decades to come. It's their past, their history we're inventing here. And it's not how I look now that matters. It's how I'll look in twenty-five years as clothing and faces change, as photographs change. The deeper I pass into death, the more powerful my picture becomes. Isn't this why picture-taking is so ceremonial? It's like a wake. And I'm the actor made up for the laying-out. Don DeLillo powerfulmeanpast All human existence is a trick of light. Don DeLillo tricksexistencelight America can be saved only by what it's trying to destroy. Don DeLillo savedtryingamerica Something lurked inside the truth. Don DeLillo People say great art is immortal. I say there's something mortal in it. It carries a glimpse of death. Don DeLillo glimpsepeopleart Bloomberg weighed three hundred pounds. This itself was historical. I revered his weight. It was an affirmation of humanity's reckless potential; it went beyond legend and returned through mist to the lovely folly of history. To weigh three hundred pounds. What devout vulgarity. Don DeLillo lovelyhistoricalhumanity Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered. Don DeLillo heatlegswant A photograph is a universe of dots. The grain, the halide, the little silver things clumped in the emulsion. Once you get inside a dot, you gain access to hidden information, you slide into the smallest event. This is what technology does. It peels back the shadows and redeems the dazed and rumbling past. It makes reality come true. Don DeLillo technologyphotographypast
