813 Quotes by Don DeLillo

Isn’t death a blessing? Doesn’t it define the value of our lives, minute to minute, year to year?

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

Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands.

You don’t think of the tape as boring or interesting. It is crude, it is blunt, it is relentless. It is the jostled part of your mind, the film that runs through your hotel brain under all the thoughts you know you’re thinking.

Perhaps we’ve invented conspiracies for our own psychic well-being, to heal ourselves.

There is no lie in war or preparation of war that can’t be defended.

Baseball’s oh so simple. You tag a man, he’s out. How different from being it. What spectral genius in the term, that curious part of childhood that sees through the rhymes and nonsense words, past the hidings and seekings and pretendings to something old and dank, some medieval awe, he thought, or earlier, even, that crawls beneath the midnight skin.

I realized the place was awash in noise. The toneless systems, the jangle and skid of carts, the loudspeaker and coffee-making machines, the cries of children. And over it all, or under it all, a dull and unlocatable roar, as of some form of swarming life just outside the range of human apprehension.

Doesn’t our knowledge of death make life more precious?? What good is a preciousness based on fear and anxiety? It’s an anxious quivering thing.