Don Delillo Cosmopolis Quotes & Sayings

This is the woman you are inside the life. looking at you, what? i'm more excited than i've been since the first burning nights of adolescent frenzy. excited and confused. i look at you and feel an erection stirring even as the situation argues strenuously against it. _Eric Packer — Don DeLillo

Holes are interesting. there are books about holes. — Don DeLillo

It's not the sex you think i've had. it's the sex i want. that's what you smell on me. because the more i look at you, the more i know about us both.and the more i want to have sex with you. because there's a certain kind of sex that has an element of cleansing. it's the antidote to disillusion. the counterpoison._Eric Packer — Don DeLillo

Any assault on the borders of perception is going to seem rash at first. — Don DeLillo

World is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. but nothing is self-contained. — Don DeLillo

Why something and not nothing? why music and not noise? — Don DeLillo

She knows what he means, that they don't have to touch. the same thing that's happening to him is happening to her. she doesn't need to crawl under the table ans suck his dick. too tire to interest either one of them. the flow is strong between them. the emotional tone. let it express itself. he sees her in her wallow and feel his pelvic muscles begin to quiver. he say, tell me to stop and i'll stop. but he doesn't wait for her to reply. there isn't time. the tails of his sperm cells are lashing already. she is his sweetheart and lover and slut undying. he doesn't have to do the unspeakable thing he wants to do. he only has to speak it. because they're beyond every model of established behavior. he only wants to say the words. _Eric Packer — Don DeLillo

I want to eat lunch. you want to eat lunch. we're people in the world. we need to eat and talk._Eric Packer — Don DeLillo

It can't afford to be hard. it won't allow itself psychologically. — Don DeLillo

Days like this. i look at you and feel electric. tell me you don't feel it too._Eric Packer — Don DeLillo

I look at you. i know what you are. you are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. a woman who was born to sit trapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him. _Eric Packer — Don DeLillo

Sex finds us. sex sees through us. that's why it's so shattering. it strips us of appearances._Eric Packer — Don DeLillo

When he died he would not end. The world would end. — Don DeLillo

You know what capitalism produces. According to Marx and Engels."
"Its own grave-diggers," he said.
"But these are not the grave-diggers. This is the free market itself. These people are a fantasy generated by the market. They don't exist outside the market. There is nowhere they can go to be on the outside. There is no outside."
The camera tracked a cop chasing a young man through the crowd, an image that seemed to exist at some drifting distance from the moment.
"The market culture is total. It breeds these men and women. They are necessary to the system they despise. They give it energy and definition. They are market-driven. They are traded on the markets of the world. This is why they exist, to invigorate and perpetuate the system. — Don DeLillo

I like your mother. you have your mother's breasts."
"her breasts."
"great stand-up tits." he said — Don DeLillo

How many times do two people have to fuck before one of them deserves to die? _Eric Packer — Don DeLillo

It's there in your face, all of it, the way it rarely shows in any face. what do i see? something lazy, sexy and insatiable. — Don DeLillo

Freud is finished, Einstein's next. — Don DeLillo

You and I. We're here. So might as well. — Don DeLillo