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Jennifer Egan Biography

Jennifer Egan (born September 7, 1962) is an American novelist and short story writer who lives in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn with her husband and two sons. Egan's novel A Visit from the Goon Squad won the 2011 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and National Book Critics Circle Award for fiction. As of February 28, 2018, she is the President of the PEN America Center.

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But it was another girl, young and new to the city, fiddling with her keys.

Cities, City, Girl, Keys, Young

Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can.

Kissing, Mother, Poppies, Poppy, Superior

Rich children are always blond, Jocelyn goes. It has to do with vitamins.

Children, Jocelyn, Rich, Vitamins

Everyone we've lost, we'll find. Or they'll find us.

Lost, Everyone

No one is waiting for me. In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for.

Girl, Stories, Story, Waiting

We lie. That's what we do. You're selling me a line of bullshit and you want me to sell you a line of bullshit back so you can write a major line of bullshit and be paid for it.

Bullshit, Line, Lying, Paid, Sell, Writing

And Alex understood that Scotty Hausmann did not exist. He was a word casing in human form: a shell whose essence has vanished.

Essence, Alex, Shells, Vanished, Human

The sky was electric blue above the trees but the yard felt dark. Stephanie went to the edge of the lawn and sat her forehead on her knees. The grass and soil were still warm from the day. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. The feeling was too deep.

Blue, Cry, Dark, Forehead, Sky

I listened to classic rock and roll, and punk rock. 'Goon Squad' provides a pretty accurate playlist of my teenage years, though it leaves out 'The Who,' which was my absolute favorite band.

Rock, Rocks, Roll, Squad, Teenage, Years

They were snobs or idiots or both. . . yet she was inexplicably crushed by their coldness.

Coldness, Crushed, Idiot, Inexplicably, Snob, Snobs

One area I have a huge amount of trouble in is writing about myself. I get a heavy, almost depressed feeling.

Area, Feeling, Feelings, Huge, Trouble, Writing

At night, the house thick with sleep, she would peer out her bedroom window at the trees and sky and feel the presence of a mystery. Some possibility that included her--separate from her present life and without its limitations. A secret. Riding in the car with her father, she would look out at other cars full of people she'd never seen, any one of whom she might someday meet and love, and would feel the world holding her making its secret plans.

Father, Night, Possibility, Present, Secret, Sleep

What he needed was to find fifty more people like him, who had stopped being themselves without realizing it.

Fifty, Like, People, Realizing, Stopped

We live in a moment and a culture when reading is really endangered. There's simply no way to write well, though, if you're not reading well.

Reading, Writing, Culture, Way, Though, Simply

happened as I listened: I felt pain. Not in my head, not in my arm, not in my leg; everywhere at once. I told myself there was no difference between being “inside” and being “outside,” that it all came down to X’s and O’s that could be acquired in any number of different ways, but the pain increased to a point where I thought I might collapse, and I limped away.

Difference, Differences, Felt, Happened, Numbers, Pain

They resumed walking. Alex felt an ache in his eyes and throat. "I don't know what happened to me," he said, shaking his head. "I honestly don't. " Bennie glanced at him, a middle-aged man with chaotic silver hair and thoughtful eyes. "You grew up, Alex," he said, "just like the rest of us.

Chaotic, Eye, Felt, Grew, Men, Thoughtful

I think ethical ambivalence is a kind of innoculation, a way of excusing yourself in advance for something you actually want to do. No offense.

Ambivalence, Excusing, Kind, Thinking, Want, Way

Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.

Destroy, Get Away, Grenade, House, Live

Technology makes everyone feel old. A laptop is old after two years. Someone always has something newer. Everyone seems to feel obsolete now, even the young.

Technology, Two, Years, Young

Redemption, transformation--God how she wanted these things. Every day, every minute. Didn't everyone?

Worry, Redemption, Transformation, Everyone, Day

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