Words, words, word. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empire. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone. For sixpence a line, I could cause a riot in a nunnery. But now -- I have lost my gift. It's as if my quill is broken, as if the organ of my imagination has dried up, as if the proud -illegible word- of my genius has collapsed.
Jeffrey EugenidesChunks of his life fell away, so that while we were moving ahead in time, he was moving back.
Jeffrey EugenidesI think there's a real connection between acting and writing novels because the way I write characters has a little bit to do with the method acting that I was taught in high school and college.
Jeffrey EugenidesWhat if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?
Jeffrey Eugenides