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By Anonym 19 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

They had killed themselves over the failure to find a love that none of us could ever be.

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 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Though at this moment she felt abused, abandoned, and ashamed of herself, Madeleine knew that she was still young, that she had her whole life ahead of her--a life in which, if she persevered, she might do something special--and that part of persevering meant getting past moments just like this one, when people made you feel small, unlovable, and took away your confidence.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

The television replaced the sound of conversation that was missing from my grandparents' lives.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

This was a characteroloical prelude, but it wasn’t chemical or somatic. It was the anatomy of melancholy, not the anatomy of his brain.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Find the Bad Guy means how, when you’re arguing with your spouse, both people are trying to win the argument. Who didn’t close the garage door? Who left the Bigfoot hair clump in the shower drain? What you have to realize, as a couple, is that there is no bad guy. You can’t win an argument when you’re married. Because if you win, your spouse loses, and resents losing, and then you lose, too, pretty much.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I don’t know what you’re feeling, I won’t even pretend

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

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 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

The perishable nature of love is what gives love its profound importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on tap, love wouldn't hit us the way it does.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

There have been hermaphrodites around forever, Cal. Forever. Plato said that the original human being was a hermaphrodite. Did you know that? The original person was two halves, one male, one female. Then these got separated. That's why everybody's always searching for their other half. Except for us. We've got both halves already.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I was beginning to understand something about normality. Normality wasn't normal. It couldn't be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself. But people-and especially doctors- had doubts about normality. They weren't sure normality was up the job. And so they felt inclined to give it a boost.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

The lover`s discourse was of an extreme solitude. The solitude was extreme because it wasn`t physical. It was extreme because you felt it while in the company of the person you loved. It was extreme because it was in your head, the most solitary of places.

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 20 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

When we asked him to sum up his impression of the girls' emotional state at that point, he said, "Buffeted but not broken.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

If they were going to kill you, would they knock?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I studied English literature in the honors program, which means that you had to take courses in various centuries. You had to start with Old English, Middle English, and work your way toward the modern. I figured if I did that it would force me to read some of the things I might not read on my own.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Sourmelina's secret (as Aunt Zo put it): 'Lina was one of those women they named the island after.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

It was something every child knew how to do, maintain a direct and full connection with the world. Somehow you forgot about it as you grew up, and had to learn it again.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Heartbreak is funny to everyone but the heartbroken.

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 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I remember liking to write stories pretty early on. In fourth or fifth grade, they would give us the beginning of a story, and we were supposed to finish it. I remember liking that. But I didn't think about deciding to become a writer until high school at about the age of 16.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Capitalism has resulted in material well-being but spiritual bankruptcy.

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 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

You don't understand me. I'm a teenager. I've got problems!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I don't want to ruin your life," Leonard said in a gentler tone. "You're not ruining it." "The drugs just slow the process down. But the end's inevitable. The question is, how to turn this thing off?" He jabbed at his head with his index finger. "It's cutting me up, and I can't turn it off. Madeleine, listen to me. Listen. I'm not going to get better.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I'd like to have a word for 'the sadness inspired by failing restaurants' as well as for 'the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.

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 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 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

We knew the pain of winter rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Scars crossed her welded wrists.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

There’s a thing they’ve figured out about love. Scientifically. They’ve done studies to find out what keeps couples together. Do you know what it is? It isn’t getting along. Isn’t having money, or children, or a similar outlook on life. It’s just checking in with each other. Doing little kindnesses for each other. At breakfast, you pass the jam. Or, on a trip to New York City, you hold hands for a second in a smelly subway elevator. You ask “How was your day?” and pretend to care. Stuff like that really works.

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 18 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

But as I peeked at my brother's inert body....I was aware only of what a strange thing it was to be male. Society discriminated against women, no question. But what about the discrimination of being sent war? Which sex was really thought to be expendable.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

When you stood between somebody you loved and death, it was hard to be awake and it was hard to sleep.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

To be inclusive you must accommodate different levels of sophistication.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Dr. Armonson stitched up her wrist wounds. Withen 5 minutes of the transfusion he declared her out of danger. Chucking her under the chin, he said, "What are you doing here, honey? Your not even old enough to know how bad life gets." And it was then Cecelia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a 13 year old girl.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Where else would she feel more comfortable than in this subterranean realm where people wrote down what they couldn't say, where they gave voice to their most shameful longings and knowledge?

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 14 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

Lux’s frequent forged excuses from phys. Ed. She always used the same method, faking the rigid t’s and b’s of her mother’s signature and then, to distinguish her own handwriting, penning her signature, Lux Lisbon, below, the two beseeching L’s reaching out for each other over the ditch of the u and barbed-wire x.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide—it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese—the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie a rope.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison.

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 13 Sep

Jeffrey Eugenides

I spend most of every day writing. I like to write every day if I can. I don't start extremely early.