We must be equal to the largeness of things.
Don DeLilloTags: inspirational
Property is no longer about power, personality and
command. It's not about vulgar display or tasteful display. Because it no longer has weight or shape.
The only thing that matters is the price you pay. Yourself, Eric, think. What did you buy for your one
hundred and four million dollars? Not dozens of rooms, incomparable views, private elevators. Not the
rotating bedroom and computerized bed. Not the swimming pool or the shark. Was it air rights? The
regulating sensors and software? Not the mirrors that tell you how you feel when you look at yourself
in the morning. You paid the money for the number itself. One hundred and four million. This is what
you bought. And it's worth it. The number justifies itself.
Is there a fungus that speaks to you? I'm serious. People hear things. They hear God."
He meant it. He was serious. He wanted to mean it, to hear anything the man might say, the whole
shapeless narrative of his unraveling.
Let's examine the nature of the beast, so to speak. The male animal. Isn't there a fund, a pool, a reservoir of potential violence in the male psyche?… Isn't there a deep field, a sort of crude oil deposit that one might tap if and when the occasion warrants? A great dark lake of male rage. ... Isn't there a sludgy region you'd rather not know about? A remnant of some prehistoric period when dinosaurs roamed the earth and men fought with flint tools? When to kill was to live? ... Only your code allows you to enter the system.
Don DeLilloFear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.
Don DeLilloTags: fear self-awareness common-sense humorous-truism
How I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature.
Don DeLilloTags: liberation novel ghoul
That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease.
Don DeLilloTags: beauty world humanity good-and-evil ugliness summary infectious-diseases
He drove into the spewing smoke of acres of burning truck tires and the planes descended and the transit cranes stood in rows at the marine terminal and he saw billboards for Hertz and Avis and Chevy Blazer, for Marlboro, Continental and Goodyear, and he realized that all the things around him, the planes taking off and landing, the streaking cars, the tires on the cars, the cigarettes that the drivers of the cars were dousing in their ashtrays--all these were on the billboards around him, systematically linked in some self-referring relationship that had a kind of neurotic tightness, an inescapability, as if the billboards were generating reality...
Don DeLilloIt is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.
Don DeLilloShe saw the normative life of the planet, business people crossing streets beneath glass towers, the life of sitting on buses that take you logically to destinations, the unnerved surface of rolling plausibly along.
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