“If we human beings are information processing machines, reading X's & O's and translating that information into what people oh so breathlessly… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“Here was the bottom line: if we human beings are information processing machines, reading X's and O's and translating that information into… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
...real computers scared me; if you can find Them, then They can find you... — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I've tried writing on a computer thinking it would make me more efficient, but if you're writing crummy stuff, being efficient is… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I can't even imagine writing nonfiction by hand. I think if I didn't have a computer, I just couldn't do it. Maybe… — 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
“Suddenly I'm scared. That the solar panels were a time machine. That I'm a grown-up woman coming back to this place after… — 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 Image
I just think that, for my particular personality, feeling slightly invisible is always a help. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
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 Image
As a reader and a writer, I'm happiest when apparently mutually exclusive states can somehow coexist. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I teach intermittently, and while I enjoy it, I don't find that it's a calling for me. — 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 that it… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
