Jeffrey Eugenides
Jeffrey Eugenides
Jeffrey Kent Eugenidesis an American novelist and short story writer. He has written numerous short stories and essays, as well as three novels: The Virgin Suicides, Middlesex, and The Marriage Plot. The Virgin Suicides has been filmed, while Middlesex received the 2003 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in addition to being a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award, the International Dublin Literary Award, and France's Prix Médicis...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 March 1960
CityDetroit, MI
CountryUnited States of America
Just like ice, lives crack, too. Personalities. Identities.
What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?
He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sku was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.
Reading a novel after reading semiotic theory was like jogging empty-handed after jogging with hand weights. What exquisite guilt she felt, wickedly enjoying narrative! Madeleine felt safe with a nineteenth century novel. There were going to be people in it. Something was going to happen to them in a place resembling the world. Then too there were lots of weddings in Wharton and Austen. There were all kinds of irresistible gloomy men.
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.
A girl's not a watermelon you plug a hole in to see if it's sweet.
Grief is natural,' she said. 'Overcoming it is a matter of choice.
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.
It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully.
They were bound for college, husbands, child-rearing, unhappiness only dimly perceived- bound, in other words, for life.
Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.
The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.
Some cities have fallen into ruin and some are built upon ruins but others contain their own ruins while still growing.