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
In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.
I wanted to be an actor. My parents were not too keen on that.
That’s how people live, by telling stories. What’s the first thing a kid says when he learns how to talk? “Tell me a story.” That’s how we understand who we are, where we come from. Stories are everything.
She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.
The time has to be right and the heart willing.
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.
The essential matrimonial facts: that to be happy you have to find variety in repetition; that to go forward you have to come back to where you begin.
Detroit's a great music town. If your interaction with it was mainly musical, I'm sure you have a good opinion of the place.
Heartbreak is funny to everyone but the heartbroken.
There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.
Being a writer is a solitary life. So the little part of me that's an actor still enjoys the theatrical part of reading and doing the voices and telling the story.
We value love not because it's stronger than death but because it's weaker. Say what you want about love: death will finish it. You will not go on loving in the grave, not in any physical way that will at all resemble love as we know it on earth. The perishable nature of love is what gives love its importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on tap, love wouldn't hit us the way it does.
She wanted out of the decorating scheme.
and she had succeeded, on the second try, in hurling herself out of the world