#don delillo

[thoughtkick]

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo

[riverbird]

"Sometimes the call of a bird is so clear it bruises my hands." Joanna Klink, from The Graves

"When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see." Don DeLillo, The Body Artist "A bird is a vessel. It carries a field." Emily Skaja, from It's Impossible to Keep White Moths

[perfectquote]

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo

[quotespile]

The truth of the world is exhausting.

Don DeLillo, Libra

[thebookquotes]

It’s not what I want, it’s what I need. My life is no longer in the realm of want. I do what I have to do.

Don DeLillo, White Noise

[quotemadness]

It was important for him to believe that he’d spent his life among people who kept missing the point.

Don DeLillo

[perfectfeelings]

It was important for him to believe that he’d spent his life among people who kept missing the point.

Don DeLillo, White Noise

[tygerland]

[cloudswamp]

cosmopolis, don delillo

[metamorphesque]

When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light. ― Maggie Nelson

1. Vincent van Gogh / 2. Alexander Harding / 3. Egon Schiele / 4. open house 1998 / 5. Ocean Vuong / 6. open house 1998 / 7. Leonard Cohen / 8. Alexander Harding / 9. Ocean Vuong / 10. Richard Siken / 11. Alexander Harding / 12. Richard Siken / 13. Jungho Lee / 14. Bram Stoker / 15. Alexander Harding / 16. Richard Siken / 17. Alexander Harding / 18. Don DeLillo

[the-happy-man]

Consumer societies are unequipped to make sense of death. As Weber pointed out, premodern humans could imagine themselves as part of an “organic life cycle” of which death was the natural end; this belief was sanctified by religion and ritual. Modern life, on the other hand, unfolds as a “never-ending process,” and the disenchantment of the world has eliminated the forms of religion that used to give us solace; we can only see death as a “meaningless event.”

[thoughtkick]

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo

[namitha]

Tonight I'm a listener. So, cover me with words.

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[resqectable]

It was important for him to believe that he’d spent his life among people who kept missing the point.

Don DeLillo, White Noise

[quotespile]

Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.

Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

[litsnaps]