Quotes by : Jonathan Franzen

He was certifiably insane, an Ayn Rander who fancied himself an Übermensch and “the Singularity’s....

Nice people don't necessarily fall in love with nice people.

She had all day every day to figure out some decent and satisfying way to live, and yet all she ever....

My conception of a novel is that it ought to be a personal struggle, a direct and total engagement with....

By now it was too late to call St. Jude. He chose an out-of-the-way patch of airport carpeting and lay....

The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through...ringing throughout the house was an alarm....

You're either reading a book or you're not.

And did the distress I was feeling derive from some internal sickness of the soul, or was it imposed....

The Astors and the Vanderbilts, their pleasure domes and money: she was sick of it. Sick of envying,....

Only in a crowded, diverse place like New York, surrounded by strangeness, do I come home to myself.