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It was important for him to believe that he’d spent his life among people who kept missing the point.
Don DeLillo, White Noise
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It was important for him to believe that he’d spent his life among people who kept missing the point.
Don DeLillo, White Noise
El reto es leer las más de 800 páginas de Submundo de Don DeLillo en 20 días, considerando que hay mundial, explotación laboral y capitalismo violento contra un pobre trabajador del sector tres como yo.
cats + books from flickr. 2022, 2010, & 2004
"Whatever you set your mind to, your personal total obsession, this is what kills you. Poetry kills you if you're a poet, and so on. People choose their death whether they know it or not."
Don DeLillo, Libra
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.
― Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis (Scribner, 2003)
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we’re alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamily self-aware, the submicroscopic moments...He said we do this all the time, all of us, we become ourselves beneath the running thoughts and dim images, wondering idly...This is how we live and think whether we know it or not. These are the unsorted thoughts we have looking out the train window, small dull smears...
― Don DeLillo, Point Omega (Scribner, February 2, 2010)
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“The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamily self-aware, the submicroscopic moments. He said this more than once, Elster did, in more than one way. His life happened, he said, when he sat staring at a blank wall, thinking about dinner.
An eight-hundred page biography is nothing more than dead conjecture, he said. I almost believed him when he said such things. He said we do this all the time, all of us, we become ourselves beneath the running thoughts and dim images, wondering idly when we'll die. This is how we live and think whether we know it or not. These are the unsorted thoughts we have looking out the train window, small dull smears of meditative panic.”
― Don DeLillo, Point Omega
