I am not particularly distressed by the state of fiction or the role of the writer. The more marginal, perhaps ultimately the more trenchant and observant and finally necessary he'll become.
Don DeLilloPeople say great art is immortal. I say there's something mortal in it. It carries a glimpse of death.
Don DeLilloTime is a corporate asset now. It belongs to the free market system. The present is harder to find... The future becomes insistent.
Don DeLilloHer death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that fifth-century sky ablaze with mystery and spiral light. Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feebleminded, doddering, toothless, liver-spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating. Who decides these things? What is out there? Who are you?
Don DeLillo