“Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
For the eternity that Lux Lisbon looked at him, Trip Fontaine looked back, and the love he felt at that moment, truer… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their faces toward the path of the sun. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
You used to be able to tell a person's nationality by the face. Immigration ended that. Next you discerned nationality via the… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
In Madeleine's face was a stupidity Mitchell had never seen before. It was the stupidity of all normal people. It was the… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
A changeableness, too, as if beneath my visible face there was another, having second thoughts. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“Only the Lisbon house remained dark, a tunnel, an emptiness, past our smoke and flames.” — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“She had just started living like a grown-up and she'd never felt more vulnerable, frightened or confused in her life.” — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
It's often said that a traumatic experience early in life marks a person forever, pulls her out of line, saying, "Stay there. Don't move. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“The window was still open,” Mr Lisbon said. “I don’t think we’d ever remembered to shut it. It was all clear to me. I… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
I was aware that you weren't supposed to write about suburbia, that it was undignified in some way, the subject matter not momentous enough.… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“Dr. Armonson stitched up her wrist wounds. Within five minutes of the transfusion he declared her out of danger. Chucking her under the chin,… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“I don't approve of women driving, mind you. And now they get to vote!" He grumbled to himself. "Remember that play we saw ("The… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
I know that attaching memories to books may be going out of the world, but while it lasts, it's a strong record of your… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
I spend most of every day writing. I like to write every day if I can. I don't start extremely early. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
