I have a very beautiful room in my house... It's glass on three sides, and you'd think that's the perfect place to… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
Emotions, in my experience aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." I'd like to have at… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
I'd like to have a word for 'the sadness inspired by failing restaurants' as well as for 'the excitement of getting a… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again,… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
I always work in a room where there's no Internet to keep from being distracted so easily. — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
But that was in the days when they expected perils to come from without, and nothing made less sense by that time… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved… — 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
