Don DeLillo

"How do you know so much?" Babette said.

"I'm from New York."

Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands.

Why do these possessions carry such sorrowful weight? There is a darkness attached to them, a foreboding. They make me wary not of personal failure and defeat but of something more general, something large in scope and content.

She said I made virtues of her flaws because it was my nature to shelter loved ones from the truth.

men smoking in the dimness, waiting for the homosexuals to make their way down from the bars above Canal Street

Alles nach Gottes Willen

Weapons have become godless since then. Weapons have lost their religion

You’re not thinking of climbing, are you, because I’d hate to have to get out of the car to give you a hand-hold.”
“We both know the only thing your hand can hold

Her bra had become loose on the opposite side and he could see it was all padding

What we have is either a lady with a hormone problem