813 Quotes by Don DeLillo

Our lives, examined carefully in all their affinities and links, abound with suggestive meaning, with themes and involute turnings we have not allowed ourselves to see completely.

There were moments when she wasn’t talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.

People had hoped to be caught up in something bigger than themselves. They thought it would be a shared crisis. They would feel a sense of shared purpose, shared destiny. Like a snowstorm that blankets a large city – but lasting months, lasting years, carrying everyone along, creating fellow feeling where there was only suspicion and fear. The war would ennoble everything we say and do. What was impersonal would become personal. What was solitary would be shared.

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

But there are different kinds of death, David. And I prefer that kind, his kind, to the death I’ve been fighting all my life.

A police car went by with its siren going, a rotary slurping noise, it sounded like the blender in their kitchen – she made fruit shakes compulsively that they felt morally bound to drink.

In the subways, in many of the streets, in corners of the park at night, contact could be dangerous. Contact was not a word or a touch but the air that flashed between strangers.

I feel artificially myself. I’m someone who’s supposed to be me.

We’re a silver gleaming death machine!