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Donald Richard "Don" DeLillo (born November 20, 1936) is an American novelist, playwright and essayist. His works have covered subjects as diverse as television, nuclear war, sports, the complexities of language, performance art, the Cold War, mathematics, the advent of the digital age, politics, economics, and global terrorism.

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America can be saved only by what it's trying to destroy.

America, Destroy, Saved, Trying

Words are not necessary to one's experience of the true life.

Experience, Life, Necessary, True, True Life, Words

Technology is lust removed from nature.

Lust, Nature, Removed, Technology

The dead have a presence.

Dead, Death, Presence

A writer decides to follow some ideas and not others for reasons that aren't always clear to him. It's often a matter of intuition.

Clear, Follow, Ideas, Intuition, Matter, Reasons

A mystery novel localizes the awesome force of the real death outside the book, winds it tightly in a plot.

Book, Mystery, Plot, Real, Wind, Winds

Sometimes I see something so moving I know I’m not supposed to linger. See it and leave. If you stay too long, you wear out the wordless shock. Love it and trust it and leave.

Long, Moving, Shock, Sometimes, Trust, Wear

Only a catastrophe gets our attention. We want them, we depend on them. As long as they happen somewhere else.

Attention, Catastrophe, Depend, Gets, Long, Somewhere Else

I long for the days of disorder. I want them back, the days when I was alive on the earth, rippling in the quick of my skin, heedless and real. I was dumb-muscled and angry and real. This is what I long for, the breach of peace, the days of disarray when I walked real streets and did things slap-bang and felt angry and ready all the time, a danger to others and a distant mystery to myself.

Breach, Dumb, Long, Real, Rippling

Time seems to pass. The world happens, unrolling into moments, and you stop to glance at a spider pressed to its web. There is a quickness of light and a sense of things outlined precisely and streaks of running luster on the bay. You know more surely who you are on a strong bright day after a storm when the smallest falling leaf is stabbed with self-awareness. The wind makes a sound in the pines and the world comes into being, irreversibly, and the spider rides the wind-swayed web.

Fall, Pressed, Running, Spider, Strong, Web

Pain is just another form of information.

Form, Information, Pain

Even when you self-destruct, you want to fail more, lose more, die more than others, stink more than others.

Die, Fail, Failing, Self, Stink, Want

Certainly I've never tried to imagine what the future will hold. It's a hopeless endeavor to try to do such a thing.

Endeavor, Future, Hopeless, Imagine, Trying

Isn't death the boundary we need?

Boundaries, Boundary, Death, Needs

What terrorists gain, novelists lose.

Gain, Gains, Lose, Novelists, Terrorist, Terrorists

A shrewd person would one day start a religion based on coincidence, if he hasn't already, and make a million.

Already, Coincidence, Make, One Day, Persons, Religion

Every advance in knowledge and technique is matched by a new kind of death, a new strain. Death adapts, like a viral agent.

Agents, Kind, Like, Strain, Technique, Viral

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

Fabric, Reluctant, Salvation, Seems

A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.

Endless, Solitude, Squander, Way, Writer

People say great art is immortal. I say there's something mortal in it. It carries a glimpse of death.

Art, Carries, Glimpse, Immortal, People

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