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Don DeLillo Quotes - Page 3

Some people are larger than life. Hitler is larger than death.

Some people are larger than life. Hitler is larger than death.

Don DeLillo (2011). “White Noise”, p.319, Pan Macmillan

In our world we sleep and eat the image and pray to it and wear it too.

Don DeLillo (2016). “Mao II”, p.27, Pan Macmillan

Somehow pictures always lead to people as masses. Books belong to individuals.

"Masses, Power and the Elegance of Sentences". Interview with Brigitte Desalm, October 27, 1992.

The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear.

Don DeLillo (2011). “White Noise”, p.181, Pan Macmillan

Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.

Don DeLillo (2011). “Cosmopolis”, p.57, Pan Macmillan

The world isn't going to be destroyed, but you don't feel safe anymore in your plane or train or office or auditorium.

"Acclaimed writer DeLillo gives rare reading in McCosh 50". The Daily Princetonian Interview,

When I work I have a sculptor's sense of the shape of the words I'm making. I use a machine with larger than average letters: the bigger the better.

Don DeLillo, Thomas DePietro (2005). “Conversations with Don DeLillo”, p.117, Univ. Press of Mississippi

Tourism is the march of stupidity.

1982 James Axton. The Names, ch.3.

Technology is lust removed from nature.

Don DeLillo (2011). “White Noise”, p.317, Pan Macmillan

I'm not reclusive at all. Just private.

"Don DeLillo: 'I'm not trying to manipulate reality - this is what I see and hear" by Robert McCrum, www.theguardian.com. August 7, 2010.

I've always felt that my subject was living in dangerous times.

"Intensity of a Plot". Interview with Mark Binelli, www.guernicamag.com. July 17, 2007.

Making things difficult for the reader is less an attack on the reader than it is on the age and its facile knowledge-market.

Don DeLillo, Thomas DePietro (2005). “Conversations with Don DeLillo”, p.12, Univ. Press of Mississippi

Clouds are no deterrent. Clouds intensify the drama, trap and shape the light.

Don DeLillo (2011). “White Noise”, p.358, Pan Macmillan

When he died he would not end. The world would end.

Don DeLillo (2011). “Cosmopolis”, p.8, Pan Macmillan