I have a hatred of familiarity. If I feel like I am doing something I've done before, it feels old and done.… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I love how close New York is to Europe; I love the seasons, and I don't think I could live without them.… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I love the infinite variety of New York, how it's the epicenter of so many worlds. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I try consciously to keep myself entertained and challenged to not repeat myself at all. Like, when I start a new book,… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
For me, New York is about anonymity; that's the draw. It's not at all about other people in my business being nearby.… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I have this dream again and again: I find extra rooms in the place where I live. You could say it's a… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
'Look at Me' started with Rockford, Illinois and New York and the question of how much image culture was changing our inner… — 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
