Elysios

“Something about the time of year depressed him deeply. Overcast skies and cutting wind, leaves falling, dusk falling, dark too soon, night flying down before you are ready. It's a terror. It's a bareness of the soul. He hears the rustle of nuns. Here comes winter in the bone. We've set it loose on the land. There must be some song or poem, some folk magic we can use to ease this fear. Skelly Bone Pete. Here it is in the landscape and sky. We've set it loose. We've opened up the ground and here it is. He took Interstate 45 south. He didn't want them to kill Leon. He felt a saturating sense of death, a dread in the soft filling of his bones, the suckable part, approaching Galveston now.”
― Don DeLillo, Libra

“Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, 'I know this feeling. I was here before.”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise

“She was the one, I decided, who would guide me into the vortex of the cliche.”
― Don DeLillo, Américana

“It is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise