Don DeLillo Quotes

Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

Just before she died she asked, What is the answer? No answer came. She laughed and said, In that case, what is the question? Then she died.

'What do you really think happens after you die?' That's the question that everyone, everyone, everyone asks. And I'm so sick of it. But my true answer is, I don't know. And there's no way I'm going to find out 'til it happens.

Death at times seems like a dark tunnel to be traveled, and the future seems bleak.

Life, not death, is the great mystery you must confront.

It was all very strange, Mr. Gray thought, as he wiped the coffee canister clean with a sponge. Very, very mysterious. You were born; you lived a whole life; and at the end, you wound up in a coffee canister. "Ah, well," he said out loud quietly. "That's just the way things are. Life's a funny business." Death, he supposed, was the punch line.

The truth is always an abyss.

Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.

I know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death, and something else I'd rather not recall just now.

I wonder what day I shall die on - one passes year by year over one's death day, as one might pass over one's grave.

Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.

Night has patterns that can be read less by the living than by the dead.

O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.

Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.

I guess it's just another one of life's little mysteries." "I'm tired of mysteries." "Yeah? I think they add a kind of zest to the world. Like salt in a stew.

I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.

No, no—there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don’t know what I don’t see—what I don’t fear!

No art is possible without a dance with death.

Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.

Life is a mystery,but man wants to reduce it to a problem!

But mark, madam, we live amongst riddles and mysteries--the most obvious things, which come in our way, have dark sides, which thequickest sight cannot penetrate into; and even the clearest and most exalted understandings amongst us find ourselves puzzled and at a loss in almost every cranny of nature's works.

The only certainty is death.

That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.