Dave Eggers
Dave Eggers
Dave Eggersis an American writer, editor, and publisher. He wrote the best-selling memoir A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. He is also the founder of McSweeney's, a literary journal; the co-founder of the literacy project 826 Valencia, and a human rights nonprofit Voice of Witness, and the founder of ScholarMatch, a program that matches donors with students needing funds for college tuition. His writing has appeared in several magazines...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1970
CityBoston, MA
CountryUnited States of America
We see the beauty within and cannot say no.
My voice and movements are restricted by the things I own.
It was just an idea I had, that it could be cool to have a book covered in fake fur.
I worked at magazines for over 10 years before I even thought of writing a book.
I went to Saudi Arabia in 2010, and spent most of my time in Jeddah and the King Abdullah Economic City.
I am a bike enthusiast; there's a certain amount of romance to bikes. They're both beautiful and utilitarian.
So this is the space during tutoring hours. It's very busy. Same principles: one-on-one attention, complete devotion to the students' work and a boundless optimism and sort of a possibility of creativity and ideas.
And what we were trying to offer every day was one-on-one attention. The goal was to have a one-to-one ratio with every one of these students.
Every time I get through the work on a book of nonfiction, I say I'll never do it again; it takes so much out of you.
I can remember exactly where I sat when my teacher first read Roald Dahl's 'James and the Giant Peach'.
I publish my own books, so there isn't a certain editor I owe the book to at a publishing house.
All we really want is for no one to have a boring life, to be impressive, so we can be impressed. ~ on the friends we choose.
The voice of the nickly reflection of the moon was not as deep as you might expect. It was a singer’s voice, though, a tenor, one that loved itself without reservation. “I feel time like you dream. Your dreams are jumbled. You can’t remember the order of your dreams, and when you recall them, the memories bend. Faces change. It’s all in puddles and ripples. That’s what time is for me.
Why do we pursue information that we know will never leave our heads?