I like your mother. You have your mother's breasts."
"Her breasts."
"Great stand-up tits." he said
Freud is finished, Einstein's next.
Don DeLilloWhen he died he would not end. The world would end.
Don DeLillowhy something and not nothing? why music and not noise?
Don DeLilloDays like this. I look at you and feel electric. Tell me you don't feel it too.
Don DeLilloI look at you. I know what you are. You are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. A woman who was born to sit trapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him.
Don DeLilloSex finds us. Sex sees through us. That's why it's so shattering. It strips us of appearances.
Don DeLilloWorld is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. but nothing is self-contained.
Don DeLilloit's not the sex you think I've had. it's the sex i want. that's what you smell on me. because the more I look at you, the more A know about us both. And the more A want to have sex with you. because there's a certain kind of sex that has an element of cleansing. it's the antidote to disillusion. the counterpoison.
Don DeLilloit can't afford to be hard. it won't allow itself psychologically.
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