Don DeLillo

You shout because it makes you brave or you want to announce your recklessness.

Steffie took my hand and we walked past the fruit bins, an area that extended about forty-five yards along one wall. The bins were arranged diagonally and backed my mirrors that people accidentally punched when reaching for fruit in upper rows.

The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation.

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

Doesn't seem quite real. It's not meaningful. I can't quite imagine myself being 73. That's the age my father was! [Laughter.] How can I be his age? It's weird.

When I work, I'm just translating the world around me in what seems to be straightforward terms. For my readers, this is sometimes a vision that's not familiar. But I'm not trying to manipulate reality. This is just what I see and hear.

I like simple men and complicated women.