“And for a time the tree stood blighted, trying to raise its stumted arms, a creature clubbed mute, only its sudden voicelessness… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“[...] and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive.” — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“We had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us... calling them out of those rooms… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
I hadn't gotten old enough yet to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past,… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
At the same time, it's a family story and more of an epic. I needed the third-person. I tried to give a… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking its… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“We stood silent. After a moment I said, "Real Geniuses never think they're geniuses." "Who says?" "Me." "Because why?" "Because genius is… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“But maybe they understood more about life than I did. From an early age they knew what little value the world placed… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“I think about the reader. I care about the reader. Not “audience.” Not “readership.” Just the reader. That one person, alone in… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“But this was the thought of a depressive. An aspiring depressive, at the time. That was the odd thing about Leonard’s disease,… — 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
