She'd risked everything, and here was the result: the raw, warped core of her life. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“I will never leave you, I'll be curled around your heart for the rest of your life” — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I am at my worst trying to write about things that overlap with my life. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was digitization, which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I’m sorry and I believe in you and I’ll always be near you, protecting you, and I will never leave you, I’ll… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Music makes time fall away like almost nothing else. You hear a song from another moment of your life, and it really… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I should say, I don't write about myself or my life. So for me, in fiction, it's always been about what I… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I write to escape from my life. Writing about men separates 'me' from my work in a way that I find comforting. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“And the feeling I had was not of wanting her so much as being surrounded by her, blundering inside her life without… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Structural dissatisfaction: Returning to circumstances that once pleased you, after having experienced a more thrilling or opulent way of life, and finding… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle,… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I often felt like that Mr. Magoo figure in the cartoon, who just wanders through traffic, and somehow it never hits him.… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“In Naples, there were kids who were just lost. You knew they were never going to get back to what they'd been,… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“Too Clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was "digitization" which sucked the life out of everything that got… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“And sitting there, sea drifting in around them, Wolf had understood for the first time what kind of life he wanted to… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“I wider that all the time - what will happen next" Kitty says. "sometimes, I imagine myself looking back on right now… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I guess in my own life, privacy, anonymity, and the mystery of being lost are important. I also feel that people are… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I did go on safari in Kenya when I was 17, with my mother, stepfather and little brother, and I kept a… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I think a playful critique is good for all of us, and that's basically how I see satire functioning. But I'm not… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“Something was wrong. She'd failed, Phoebe thought, but at what? Imagining herself in Europe, she'd always pictured someone else, physically even, a… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
When the clock stops on a life, all things emanating from it become precious, finite, and cordoned off for preservation. Each aspect… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Music and time have such an interesting relationship. Music makes time fall away like almost nothing else. You hear a song from… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“Sasha's green eyes were right up against yours, the lashes interlocking. "In Naples," she said, "there were kids who were just lost.… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“For years, he said, his life had felt to him like a kind of experiment. The question being, How long could he… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“And Phoebe saw, with a dreadful clarity, that in the end she'd failed to interest her mother enough, failed to hold her… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“skin-that smooth plump sweetly fragrant sac upon which life scrawls the record of our failures and exhaustion” — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Sometimes I imagine myself looking back on right now and I think like where will I be standing when I look back… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“This vision tumbled over Phoebe with the force of revelation: she would stand somewhere and look back, she would live a life.” — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
It's the feeling of being lifted out of my life into another world that is the thrill of writing fiction. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“Ted had the uneasy sense that the child was spinning them out as a way of filling the time, distracting them both… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Like all failed experiments, that one taught me something I didn’t expect: one key ingredient of so-called experience is the delusional faith… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I'm very interested in the way the Internet has changed teenage life. Obviously it's very different from when I grew up, when… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“And, see, those metaphors – 'up front' and 'out in the open' – are part of a system we call atavistic purism.… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“Behind the desk was nothing but view-the whole city flung out in front of us the way street vendors fling out their towels packed… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
I just think that, for my particular personality, feeling slightly invisible is always a help. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
Between books, I have to throw out everything I did before, because the tools I've used to write the previous book will not only… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
As a reader and a writer, I'm happiest when apparently mutually exclusive states can somehow coexist. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
I teach intermittently, and while I enjoy it, I don't find that it's a calling for me. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
Like all failed experiments, that one taught me something I didn’t expect: one key ingredient of so-called experience is the delusional faith that it… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
“Thousands of solar panels lift and tilt at the same time, in the same way. I clutch at Dad's arm: "Why are they doing… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
It was the hat. He looked sweet in the hat. How could a man in a fuzzy blue hat have used human bones to… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
I was a stepchild in two different families. The hardest thing about being a stepchild is you know that in some way everything would… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
“The seconds pass. I know what’s going on because it’s the same thing that always happens: give me something nice, something I love or… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
I had this idea that I could hire myself out as a person to go on archeological digs and dig, without any training! I… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
At night, the house thick with sleep, she would peer out her bedroom window at the trees and sky and feel the presence of… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
I number my drafts, and by the time a book is done, I'll have 75 or 80 drafts of some sections. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
Read at the level at which you want to write. Reading is the nourishment that feeds the kind of writing you want to do. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
I was a stepchild in two different families. The hardest thing about being a stepchild is you know that in some way everything would… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share
