...real computers scared me; if you can find Them, then They can find you... — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
The pause makes you think the song will end. And then the song isn't really over, so you're relieved. But then the… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
When does a fake Mohawk become a real Mohawk? Who decides? How do you know if it's happened? — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I grew up as a step-kid, always a little outside, always trying hard to follow and fit in. But over time, I've… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Rebecca was an academic star. Her new book was on the phenomenon of word casings, a term she'd invented for words that… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I guess it's always romantic when two people fall in love.... Even if it turns out not to be real. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Reading is a lot like eating for me: If I try to read a book I'm not hungry for, I won't enjoy… — 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
