Dave Eggers

Dave
Eggers
1970

American Writer, Editor, Publisher, Novelist and Screenwriter, known for memoir "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius"

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Likewise, everyone at the Circle there had been chosen, and thus the gene pool was extraordinary, the brainpower phenomenal. It was a place where everyone endeavored, constantly and passionately, to improve themselves, each other, share their knowledge, disseminate it to the world.

Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.

None of this I'd mine. My father is not mine- not in that way. His death and what he's done are not mine. Nor are my upbringing not my town nor its tragedies. How can these things be mine? Holding me responsible for keeping hidden this information is ridiculous. I was born into a town and a family and the town and my family happened to me. I own none of it. It's everyone's.

Pain comes at me and I take it, chew it for a few minutes, and spit it back out. It's just not my thing anymore.

She looked at Max, grinning for a moment. Wow, I can't even look at you. She closed her eyes tightly. Why? Max asked. Her eyes remained closed, a wide smile on her face. I don't know. I guess you just seem good. What do you mean? he asked. She opened one eye, just a sliver. Yeah, wow. It's almost unbearable.

Street traders, unabashed about being wealthy, about being single and aggressive and possibly dangerous. He was a free-spending global titan in his early fifties who

The heat was alive, predatory.

The peculiar problem of constant connectivity: any silence of more than a few hours provokes apocalyptic thoughts.

There are times when I am concerned about Toph?s expression when I?m really singing, with vibrato and all, singing the guitar parts and everything?an expression that to the untrained eye might look like abject terror, or revulsion?but I know well enough that it is awe.

It is very much, she thinks, like looking at the moon and knowing one could make it there, too. It is only time and breath that stand between her and the top. She is young. She'll do it and have done it.

It?s not that I?m not social. I?m social enough. But the tools you guys create actually manufacture unnaturally extreme social needs. No one needs the level of contact you?re purveying. It improves nothing. It?s not nourishing. It?s like snack food. You know how they engineer this food? They scientifically determine precisely how much salt and fat they need to include to keep you eating. You?re not hungry, you don?t need the food, it does nothing for you, but you keep eating these empty calories. This is what you?re pushing. Same thing. Endless empty calories, but the digital-social equivalent. And you calibrate it so it?s equally addictive.

Listen, twenty years ago, it wasn?t so cool to have a calculator watch, right? And spending all day inside playing with your calculator watch sent a clear message that you weren?t doing so well socially. And judgments like ?like? and ?dislike? and ?smiles? and ?frowns? were limited to junior high. Someone would write a note and it would say, ?Do you like unicorns and stickers?? and you?d say, ?Yeah, I like unicorns and stickers! Smile!? That kind of thing. But now it?s not just junior high kids who do it, it?s everyone, and it seems to me sometimes I?ve entered some inverted zone, some mirror world where the dorkiest shit in the world is completely dominant. The world has dorkified itself.

Most people would trade everything they know, everyone they know- they'd trade it all to know they've been seen, and acknowledged, that they might even be remembered. We all know the world is too big for us to be significant. So all we have is the hope of being seen, or heard, even for a moment.

Nonfiction narratives are really powerful and valid in themselves. But one thing that you don't get sometimes from the more clinical or academic books or nonfiction books is that you don't get to hear the person's voice; you don't get them as individuals. You get a few quotes and you hear them as sort of a case study: numbers, examples, anecdotes, maybe a paragraph here, and that's about it.

Paper is a uniquely beautiful format, more so than the web, I think: you need to invest in the aesthetics.

She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present, she needs to page through the past, and when she does, she remembers things, and her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite.

Suffering is only suffering if it?s done in silence, in solitude. Pain experienced in public, in view of loving millions, was no longer pain. It was communion.

The house is a factory.

The raising of a child is the building of a cathedral. You can't cut corners.

There has not been a beautiful death in the history of mankind.

If your hand doesn't work for it, your heart doesn't feel sorry for it.

It looked a lot like a dog. What's that? Max asked, expecting to hear about a mythical creature with a mythical name. Carol squinted and put his hand over his eyes to see better. Oh that's a dog, he said. I don't talk to that guy anymore.

It's not human. It's not primal. So we don't understand it. It's a more recent mutation. The things we all have, love and hate and passion, and the need to eat and yell and screw, these are things every human has. But there's this new mutation, this ability to stand between a human being and some small measure of justice and blame it on some regulation. To say that the form was filled out incorrectly.

Live long enough and you'll disappoint everyone. People think you're able to help them and usually you can't. And so it becomes a process of choosing the one or two people you try hardest not to disappoint. The person in my life I am determined not to disappoint is you.

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First Name
Dave
Last Name
Eggers
Birth Date
1970
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American Writer, Editor, Publisher, Novelist and Screenwriter, known for memoir "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius"