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
He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her.
There's nothing to be gained from passive observance, the simple documenting of conditions, because, at its core, it sets a bad example. Every time something is observed and not fixed, or when one has a chance to give in some way and does not, there is a lie being told, the same lie we all know by heart but which needn't be reiterated.
In hospitals I feel palpable comfort. I feel the competence, the expertise, so much education and money, all of the supplies sterile, everything packaged, sealed tight. My fears evaporate when the automatic doors shush open.
Yes, a dark time passed over this land, but now there is something like light.
Love is implicit in every connection. It should be. Thus when absent it makes us insane. (You Shall Know Our Velocity)
Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves.
You have what I can afford to give. You are a panhandler, begging for anything, and I am the man walking briskly by, tossing a quarter or so into your paper cup. I can afford to give you this. This does not break me.
Why do we pursue information that we know will never leave our heads?
If you think I'm annoying and preachy now, you should have known me in grade school.
Hello Frances, I have just been to health class, and I was wondering how your feminine parts were developing.
Here is a drawing of a stapler:
We lose weeks like buttons, like pencils.
He remained, weeks after awakening, in that period of early-morning consciousness that allows easy re-entry to dreaming. His limbs still tingled with the residue of sleep, and most days he wanted badly to allow it to overtake him again.
How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.