Don DeLillo Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

  Don DeLillo

  Soul, Want, Silver

  Don DeLillo (2011). “Valparaiso”, p.90, Pan Macmillan

• It is interesting ... how weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

  Don DeLillo

  War, Interesting, Soul

• Air travel reminds us who we are. It's the means by which we recognize ourselves as modern. The process removes us from the world and sets us apart from each other. We wander in the ambient noise, checking one more time for the flight coupon, the boarding pass, the visa. The process convinces us that at any moment we may have to submit to the force that is implied in all this, the unknown authority behind it, behind the categories, the languages we don't understand. This vast terminal has been erected to examine souls.

  Don DeLillo

  Mean, Air, Convince Us

  Don DeLillo (2012). “The Names”, p.254, Vintage

• What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or it was the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls?

  Don DeLillo

  Lonely, Eye, Mean

  Don DeLillo (2011). “The Body Artist”, p.59, Pan Macmillan

• People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night. I carry this thought, the child's mystery and terror of this thought, I feel this immensity in my soul every second of my life.

  Don DeLillo

  Children, Night, Thinking

  Don DeLillo (2004). “Cosmopolis: A Novel”, p.155, Simon and Schuster

• [I]n the American soul there is a lonely individual standing in a vast landscape. 
He is either on a horse or driving a car, depending, and either way he’s carrying a gun. 
This is one of the essential images in American mythology.

  Don DeLillo

  Lonely, Horse, Gun

• At night the sky was very near, sprawled in star smoke and gamma cataclysms, but she didn't see it the way she used to, as soul extension, dumb guttural wonder, a thing that lived outside language in the oldest part of her.

  Don DeLillo

  Stars, Night, Sky

  Don DeLillo (2011). “The Body Artist”, p.25, Pan Macmillan

• The excitement of theatre is palpable but the frustrations, and the complete absence of a definitive evening - the play as text means practically nothing in a way - , there's no particular performance that is definitive in the way a novel is a solid object you hold in your hands and here it is. You can't say that about a play. If the novel gives us a sense of throbbing consciousness, theater is pure soul, beautiful and elusive.

  Don DeLillo

  Beautiful, Mean, Frustration

  Interview with Marc Chénetier, François Happe, perival.com. March 11, 1999.

• In the American soul there is a lonely individual standing in a vast landscape.

  Don DeLillo

  Lonely, Soul, Landscape

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