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why something and not nothing? why music and not noise?

why something and not nothing? why music and not noise?

Don DeLillo (2011). “Cosmopolis”, p.42, Pan Macmillan

People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night.

Don DeLillo (2004). “Cosmopolis: A Novel”, p.155, Simon and Schuster

There's a connection between the advances that are made in technology and the sense of primitive fear people develop in response to it.

Don DeLillo, Thomas DePietro (2005). “Conversations with Don DeLillo”, p.82, Univ. Press of Mississippi

The future belongs to crowds.

Don DeLillo, Thomas DePietro (2005). “Conversations with Don DeLillo”, p.101, Univ. Press of Mississippi

Stories have no point if they don't absorb our terror.

Don DeLillo (2016). “Mao II”, p.97, Pan Macmillan

Insanity's so personal. It's hard to know who shares our secrets.

Don DeLillo (2011). “The Day Room”, p.42, Pan Macmillan

It is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.

Don DeLillo (2011). “White Noise”, p.285, Pan Macmillan

In my experience, writing a novel tends to create its own structure, its own demands, its own language, its own ending.

"Living in dangerous times". Interview with Kevin Nance, www.chicagotribune.com. October 12, 2012.

Sometimes a thing that's hard is hard because you're doing it wrong. (Point Omega)

Don DeLillo (2010). “Point Omega”, p.24, Pan Macmillan

It's healthier to reject certain cautions than fall in line.

Don DeLillo (2010). “Point Omega”, p.21, Pan Macmillan

I am very unmusical. I can't carry a tune. I would never be able to play an instrument.

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

The genius of rock music is that it matched the cultural hysteria around it.

"Why we keep on rolling with Dylan". www.telegraph.co.uk. July 8, 2006.

If you know you're worth nothing, only a gamble with death can gratify your vanity.

Don DeLillo (2015). “Underworld: Picador Classic”, p.239, Pan Macmillan

You gave yourself away, word by word, every time you opened your trap to speak.

Don DeLillo (2015). “Underworld: Picador Classic”, p.548, Pan Macmillan