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“Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.”

— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot

Tagged: Macros, Pink, Illustration, Bruise, Depression, depressed, Mental Illness, Mental Health, hurt, Mind

“Mr. Lisbon had the feeling that he didn't know who she was, that children were only strangers you agreed to live with.”

— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

Tagged: Stranger, Children

“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.”

— Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

Tagged: Missing A Lover, Missing, Forgetting Someone, trying to forget, Forgetting The Past

“Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.”

— Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex: A Novel

Tagged: Life, Mind, Biology, Thinking, Brain

“Historical fact: People stopped being people in 1913. That was the year Henry Ford put his cars on rollers and made his workers adopt the speed of the assembly line. At first, workers rebelled. They quit in droves, unable to accustom their bodies to the new pace of the age. Since then, however, the adaptation has been passed down: we've all inherited it to some degree, so that we plug right into joy-sticks and remotes, to repetitive motions of a hundred kinds.”

— Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

Tagged: Fordism, HenryFord, HumanRobots, Industrialization, TheIndustrialRevolution

“He didn't notice a single face as he took a seat. He saw neither teacher nor students, and was aware only of the heavenly light in the room, an orange glow from the autumnal foliage outside. The room seemed full of a sweet viscous liquid, a honey nearly light as air, which he breathed in. Time slowed down, and in his left ear the ringing of the cosmic Om started up clear as a telephone. When we suggested these details had been laced with the same THC in his blood, Trip Fontaine thrust a finger into the air, the only time his hands stopped shaking during the entire interview. 'I know what it's like to be high,' he said. 'This was different.' In the orange light the students' heads looked like sea anemones, undulating quietly, and the silence of the room was that of the ocean floor. 'Every second is eternal,' Trip told us, describing how as he sat in his desk the girl in front of him, for no apparent reason, had turned around and looked at him. He couldn't say she was beautiful because all he could see were her eyes. The rest of her face — the pulpy lips, the blond sideburn fuzz, the nose with its candy-pink translucent nostrils— registered dimly as the two blue eyes lifted him on a sea wave and held him suspended. 'She was the still point of the turning world,' he told us, quoting Eliot, whose Collected Poems he had found on the shelf of the detoxification center. For the eternity that Lux Lisbon looked at him, Trip Fontaine looked back, and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive real life, still plagued him, even now in the desert, with his looks and health wasted. 'You never know what'll set the memory off,' he told us. 'A baby's face. A bell on a cat's collar. Anything.'”

— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides: A Novel

Tagged: Marijuana, Om, Trip Fontaine, Blue Eyes, Eternity, Flashback, Love, Descriptions of Perfect Love Ecstasy

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Birthday:	March 8, 1960
Educated At:	Stanford University, Brown University
Nationality:	United States Of America
Occupations:	University Teacher, Novelist, Writer