He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.
Jeffrey EugenidesLuxโs frequent forged excuses from phys. Ed. She always used the same method, faking the rigid tโs and bโs of her motherโs signature and then, to distinguish her own handwriting, penning her signature, Lux Lisbon, below, the two beseeching Lโs reaching out for each other over the ditch of the u and barbed-wire x.
Jeffrey EugenidesThe perishable nature of love is what gives love its profound importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on tap, love wouldn't hit us the way it does.
Jeffrey EugenidesThe window was still open.โ Mr Lisbon said. โI donโt think weโd ever remembered to shut it. It was all clear to me. I knew I had to close it or else sheโd go on jumping out of it forever
Jeffrey EugenidesEmotions, in my experience aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic traincar constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." ... I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life.
Jeffrey Eugenides