Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. November 20, 1936
Birthday: November 20
I long for the days of disorder. I want them back, the days when I was alive on the earth, rippling in the quick of my skin, heedless and real. I was dumb-muscled and angry and real. This is what I long for, the breach of peace, the days of disarray when I walked real streets and did things slap-bang and felt angry and ready all the time, a danger to others and a distant mystery to myself.
source: Don DeLillo (2007). “Underworld: A Novel”, p.810, Simon and Schuster
topic: Real, Long, Dumb, Slap, Disarray, Real Street