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By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

But maybe the Charm Bracelets understood more about life than I did. From an early age they knew what little value the world placed in books, and so didn't waste their time with them. Whereas I, even now, persist in believing that these black marks on white paper bear the greatest significance, that if I keep writing, I might be able to catch the rainbow of consciousness in a jar.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Según mi experiencia, las emociones no pueden describirse con una sola palabra. «Tristeza», «alegría», «remordimiento», esos términos no me dicen nada. La mejor prueba de que el lenguaje es patriarcal quizá sea que simplifica demasiado los sentimientos. Me gustaría tener a mi disposición emociones híbridas, complejas, construcciones germánicas encadenadas, como «la felicidad presente en la desgracia». O esta otra: «la decepción de acostarse con las propias fantasías». Me gustaría mostrar la relación entre «el presentimiento de la muerte suscitado por los ancianos de la familia» y «el odio por los espejos que se inicia en la madurez». Me gustaría hablar de «la tristeza inspirada por los restaurantes malogrados», así como de «la emoción de conseguir una habitación con minibar». Nunca he encontrado palabras adecuadas para describir mi propia vida, y ahora que ya he entrado en mi historia es cuando más las necesito. Ya no me puedo quedar sentado a ver lo que pasa. A partir de ahora, todo lo que cuente estará teñido de la experiencia subjetiva de formar parte de los acontecimientos. Aquí es donde mi historia se divide, se escinde, sufre una meiosis. Noto más el peso del mundo, ahora que formo parte de él.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Chunks of his life fell away, so that while we were moving ahead in time, he was moving back.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Anyone have some mints or some gum?" Bonnie asked. No one did, and she turned to Joe Hill Conley. She scrutinized him a moment, then, using her fingers, combed his part over to the left side. "That looks better," she said. Nearly two decades later, the little hair he has left remains parted by Bonnie's invisible hand.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

no reason to mention my peculiarities, my wandering in the maze these many years, shut away from sight. and from love, too.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

In the midst of my skeptical, cynical, often pessimistic nature exists a slender capacity to believe, if only temporarily, in a guiding, unseen power, and whenever this happens, I go with it. That's what inspiration is. You don't get it from the gods. You make it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I hadn't gotten old enough yet to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead. You get older, you puff on the stairs, you enter the body of your father. From there it's only a quick jump to your grandparents, and then before you know it you're time traveling. In this life we grow backwards.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I'd like to show how 'intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members' connects with 'the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

But maybe they understood more about life than I did. From an early age they knew what little value the world placed in books, and so didn't waste their time with them. Whereas I, even now, persist in believing that these black marks on white paper bear the greatest significance, that if I keep writing, I might be able to catch the rainbow of consciousness in a jar.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I think there's a real connection between acting and writing novels because the way I write characters has a little bit to do with the method acting that I was taught in high school and college.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

What really mattered in life, what gave it weight, was death.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

One's country is like oneself. The more you learned about it, the more there was to be ashamed of.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

It was the combination of many factors... With most people, suicide is like Russian roulette. Only one chamber has a bullet. With the Lisbon girls, the gun was loaded. A bullet for family abuse. A bullet for genetic predisposition. A bullet for historical malaise. A bullet for inevitable momentum. The other two bullets are impossible to name, but that doesn't mean the chambers were empty.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Jacques Derrida is a very important thinker and philosopher who has made serious contributions to both philosophy and literary criticism. Roland Barthes is the one I feel most affinity for, and Michel Foucault, well, his writing influenced my novel, 'Middlesex.'

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

One of the reasons that art is important to me is sometimes it actually feels more coherent than life. It orders the chaos.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

But that was in the days when they expected perils to come from without, and nothing made less sense by that time than a survival room buried in a house itself becoming one big coffin.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

in Detroit, in July of 1967, what happened was no less than a guerrilla uprising. The Second American Revolution.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

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 knew I had to close it or else she’d go on jumping out of it forever

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Tessie allowed Milton to press his clarinet to her skin and fill her body with music. At first it only tickled her. But after a while the notes spread deeper into her body. She felt the vibrations penetrate her muscles, pulsing in waves, until they rattled her bones and made her inner organs hum.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

If Mitchell was ever going to become a good Christian, he would have to stop disliking people so intensely.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

and she had succeeded, on the second try, in hurling herself out of the world

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

What I do when I create a character is put in details from all the people I know who might be like that person, and then put in a huge amount of myself.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Lux spent the ride dialing the radio for her favorite song. "It makes me crazy," she said. "You know they're playing it somewhere, but you have to find it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

And in some of the houses, people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered. What really mattered in life, what gave it weight, was death.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

For our own part, we learned a great deal about the techniques of love, and because we didn't know the words to denote what we saw, we had to make up our own. That was why we spoke of "yodeling in the canyon" and "tying the tube," of "groaning in the pit," "slipping the turtle's head," and "chewing the stinkweed." Years later, when we lost our own virginities, we resorted in our panic to pantomiming Lux's gyrations on the roof so long ago; and even now, if we were to be honest with ourselves, we would have to admit that it is always that pale wraith we make love to, always her feet snagged in the gutter, always her single blooming hand steadying itself against the chimney, no matter what our present lovers' feet and hands are doing.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

They made us participate in their own madness, because we couldn't help but retrace their steps, rethink their thoughts, and see that none of them led to us.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

We realized that the version of the world [our parents] rendered for us was not the world they really believed in, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass they didn't give a damn about lawns.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Depending on the year or the therapist he was seeing, he'd learned to ascribe just about every facet of his character as a psychological reaction to his parents' fighting: his laziness, his overachieving, his tendency to isolate, his tendency to seduce, his hypochondria, his sense of invulnerability, his self-loathing, his narcissism.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

it's amazing what you can get used to.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

If you talk to geneticists they are constantly finding that your genes are being switched on and off because of the environment. Genes alone do not determine an exact path in your life.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and never gaining weight.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

You can tell when something's not moving forward anymore. When the doubts you have about it don't go away.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

We're all well-acquainted with depression, we all know what the low moods are, but the mania was not something I knew much about. I didn't know that it would make someone dress extravagantly or start to pun, and to stay up and drink.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

To be inclusive you must accommodate different levels of sophistication.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

If love were endless, if it were on tap, it wouldn't hit us the way it does. And we certainly wouldn't write about it.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Tessio Zizmo had been a virgin when she married Milton Stephanides at the age of 22. Their engagement,which coincided with the Second World War, had been a chaste affair. My mother was proud of the way she'd managed to simultaneously kindle and snuff my father's flame,keeping him at a low burn for the duration of a global cataclysm.... She didn't surrender until after Japan had.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

They were bound for college, husbands, child-rearing, unhappiness only dimly perceived- bound, in other words, for life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Desdemona, mourning her parents, was still imprisoned by the past. And so she stood on the mountain, looking down at the emancipated city, and felt cheated by her ability to feel happy by everybody else.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

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 write. Somehow in that nice room I feel too exposed, and... I'm too distracted by things going on, so I end up writing in a not-very-nice office bedroom.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

They thought depression was like bieng 'depressed'. They thought it was like being in a bad mood, only worse. Therefore, they tried to get him to snap out of it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

If I write a character, instead of looking from the outside, like maybe a journalist would, trying to describe them physically and figuring out what kind of things they might be interested in or have in their house, I don't really do it that way. I try to feel what it would be like to be inside this person, to be them.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

They didn't exchange a single word. But in the weeks that followed, Trip spent his days wandering the halls, hoping for Lux to appear, the most naked person with clothes on he had ever seen. Even in sensible school shoes, she shuffled as though barefoot, and the baggy apparel Mrs. Lisbon bought for her only increased her appeal, as though after undressing she had put on whatever was handy. In corduroys her thighs rubbed together, buzzing, and there was always at least one untidy marvel to unravel him: an untucked shirttail, a sock with a hole, a ripped seam showing underarm hair. She carted her books from class to class but never opened them. Her pens and pencils were as temporary as Cinderella's broom. When she smiled, her mouth showed too many teeth, but at night Trip Fontaine dreamed of being bitten by each one.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

We listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

No matter how long your've been at it, you always start from scratch.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Some cities have fallen into ruin and some are built upon ruins but others contain their own ruins while still growing.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

We knew that Cecilia had killed herself because she was a misfit, because the beyond called to her, and we knew that her sisters, once abandoned, felt her calling from that place, too.