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Jeffrey Eugenides

  • jeanzZzzZzцитируетв прошлом году
    We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other, but sometimes, after one of us had read a long portion of the diary out loud, we had to fight back the urge to hug one another or to tell each other how pretty we were.
  • maruușkiцитируетв прошлом году
    You would have killed yourself just to have something to do.
  • maruușkiцитируетв прошлом году
    She was the still point of the turning world
  • Alexander Simonцитирует2 года назад
    Our local newspaper neglected to run an article on the suicide attempt, because the editor, Mr. Baubee, felt such depressing information wouldn't fit between the front-page article on the Junior League Flower Show and the back-page photographs of grinning brides.
  • Alexander Simonцитирует2 года назад
    We didn't understand why Cecilia had killed herself the first time and we understood even less when she did it twice.
  • Alexander Simonцитирует2 года назад
    We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We k new
    that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn't fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
  • Alexander Simonцитирует2 года назад
    We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed in, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass they didn't give a damn about lawns.
  • Alexander Simonцитирует2 года назад
    In addition, our fathers and older brothers, our decrepit uncles, had assured us that looks didn't matter if you were a boy. We weren't on the lookout for handsomeness appearing in our midst, and believed it counted for little until the girls we knew, along with their mothers, fell in love with Trip Fontaine.
  • Alexander Simonцитирует2 года назад
    He feared she would never come, or, worse, that she would.
  • Alexander Simonцитирует2 года назад
    Nowadays, because of shifting winds from the factories and the rising temperature of the earth, snow never comes in an onslaught anymore but by a slow accretion in the night, momentary suds. The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.
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