Every act he performed was self-haunted and synthetic.
Don DeLilloSomeday you'll be a grown-up ... and then your mother will have no one to talk to.
Don DeLilloHe thought of firing a shot into the lock for the sheer cinematic stupidity of the gesture.
Don DeLilloIsn't it possible that this midcentury moment enters the skin more lastingly than the vast shaping strategies of eminent leaders, generals steely in their sunglasses -- the mapped visions that pierce our dreams?
Don DeLilloNo. Your crime has no conscience. You haven't been driven to do it by some oppressive social
force. How I hate to be reasonable. You're not against the rich. Nobody's against the rich. Everybody's
ten seconds from being rich. Or so everybody thought. No. Your crime is in your head. Another fool
shooting up a diner because because
A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.
Don DeLilloNow this girl was about twenty-one years old. A sweet little coed. Spends a night with a married man. Goes home the next day and tells her mama and daddy. Don’t ask me why. Maybe just to rub their faces in it. They decide she needs a lesson. Whole family drives out into the desert, right out to that spot we just passed. All three of them plus the girl’s pet dog. Papa tells the girl to dig a shallow grave. Mama gets down on her hands and knees and holds the dog by the collar. When the girl is all through digging, papa gives her a .22 caliber revolver and tells her to shoot the dog. A real touching family scene. Make a good calendar for some religious group to give away. The girl puts the weapon to her temple and kills herself. Now isn’t that a heartwarming story? Restores my faith in just about everything.
Don DeLilloWe're a crowd, a swarm. We think in groups, travel in armies. Armies carry the gene for self-destruction. One bomb is never enough. The blur of technology, this is where the oracles plot their wars. Because now comes the introversion. Father Teilhard knew this, the omega point. A leap out of our biology. Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be human forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.
Don DeLilloSay heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.
Don DeLilloIt is the nature and pleasure of townspeople to distrust the city. All the guiding principles that might flow from a center of ideas and cultural energies are regarded as corrupt, one or another kind of pornography. This is how it is with towns.
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