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
My goal in life is to become an adjective,
No matter how long your've been at it, you always start from scratch.
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.
I think, especially when you're in college, each book that you're reading tends to tell you who you are.
I was unemployable when I got out of college.
During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water.
They were bound for college, husbands, child-rearing, unhappiness only dimly perceived- bound, in other words, for life.
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.
Grief is natural,' she said. 'Overcoming it is a matter of choice.
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.
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.
He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.
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.