My family suffered. My hair turned up in every corner, every drawer, every meal. Even in the rice puddings Tessie made, covering each little bowl with wax paper before putting it away in the fridge--even into these prophylactically secure desserts my hair found its way! Jet black hairs wound themselves around bars of soap. They lay pressed like flower stems between the pages of books. They turned up in eyeglass cases, birthday cards, once--I swear--inside an egg Tessie had just cracked. The next-door neighbor's cat coughed up a hairball one day and the hair was not the cat's.
Jeffrey EugenidesI want an ending thatโs satisfying. Iโm more of a classical writer than a modernist one in that I want the ending to be coherent and feel like an ending. I donโt like when it just seems to putter out. I mean, life is chaotic enough.
Jeffrey EugenidesWhen I think back about my immediate reaction to that redheads girl, it seems to spring from an appreciation of natural beauty. I mean the heart pleasure you get from looking at speckled leaves or the palimpsested bark of plane trees in Provence. There was something richly appealing to her color combination, the ginger snaps floating in the milk-white skin, the golden highlights in the strawberry hair. it was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors.
Jeffrey EugenidesWe listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.
Jeffrey EugenidesYou can tell when something's not moving forward anymore. When the doubts you have about it don't go away.
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