At night, the house thick with sleep, she would peer out her bedroom window at the trees and sky and feel the… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth. — 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
Technology makes everyone feel old. A laptop is old after two years. Someone always has something newer. Everyone seems to feel obsolete… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
We're [writers] all afraid of writing badly, and there are psychological reasons, like the bad interior of ourselves is somehow being revealed,… — 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 think, for one thing, all of us remember those teenage years and those songs that we fell in love with and… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I'm not a wildly gifted person; I don't play an instrument or speak another language or have great accomplishments in another field,… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
A bit of theory as we settle down for lunch: the waiter's treatment of Kitty is actually a kind of sandwich, with… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
So I feel that lack of qualification. And I'm scared. And I have a tendency to think things may not/probably won't work… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
The answers were maddeningly absent—it was like trying to remember a song that you knew made you feel a certain way, without… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I find myself thinking more about the past as I get older... maybe because there's just more of it to think about.… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I write fiction longhand. That's not so much about rejecting technology as being unable to write fiction on a computer for some… — 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
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