Jennifer Egan
Jennifer Egan
Jennifer Eganis an American novelist and short story writer who lives in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. Egan's novel A Visit from the Goon Squad won the 2011 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and National Book Critics Circle Award for fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 September 1962
CountryUnited States of America
thinking work-out may
So I feel that lack of qualification. And I'm scared. And I have a tendency to think things may not/probably won't work out. That's my basic mindset.
mean thinking work-out
I think the one thing that's changed over time is that I've come to realise, as a fiction writer, the fact that I don't think it will work out, doesn't mean that it actually won't.
writing feelings trouble
One area I have a huge amount of trouble in is writing about myself. I get a heavy, almost depressed feeling.
falling-in-love real two
I guess it's always romantic when two people fall in love.... Even if it turns out not to be real.
bad-day sun teeth
It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.
forever gone losing
Oh we'll know each other forever, Bix says. The days of losing touch are almost gone.
idiot crushed snob
They were snobs or idiots or both...yet she was inexplicably crushed by their coldness.
causes simultaneous cause-and-effect
reach isn’t describable in terms of cause and effect anymore: it’s simultaneous.
people fifty realizing
What he needed was to find fifty more people like him, who had stopped being themselves without realizing it.
gratitude appreciation assistants
a swell of gratitude and appreciation for his assistant, as opposed to the murderous rage he felt toward the rest of his staff
real scared computer
...real computers scared me; if you can find Them, then They can find you...
girl rocks idols
He remembered his mentor, Lou Kline, telling him in the nineties that rock and roll had peaked at Monterey Pop. They'd been in Lou's house in LA with its waterfalls, the pretty girls Lou always had, his car collection out front, and Bennie had looked into his idol's famous face and thought, You're finished. Nostalgia was the end - everyone knew that.
dirty hands talking
I’m like America ” he said. Stephanie swung around to look at him unnerved. “What are you talking about ” she said. “Are you off your meds ” “Our hands are dirty ” Jules said.
lost
Everyone we've lost, we'll find. Or they'll find us.