Quotessence
Home / Authors / Dave Eggers
Dave Eggers

Dave Eggers Quotes

Writer

Filter quotes by topic

AllPeopleThinkingKnowsBookIfsFeelsWayNeedsWantWorld

Famous Dave Eggers Quotes

“These people have already attained, at whatever age, a degree of celebrity you a--holes will never reach, and you feel, deep down, that because there is no life before or after this, that fame is, essentially, God -- all you people know that, believe it, even if you don't admit it. As children you watched him, in the basement, cross-legged in front of the TV, and you thought you should be him, that his lines were yours, that his spot on Battle of the Network Stars was yours, that you'd be so good on the obstacle course - you'd win for sure! So doing all this, when he's no longer such the world-conquering celebrity, gives you power over him, the ability to embarrass him, to equalize the terrible imbalance you feel about your relationship to those who project their charisma directly, not sublimated through snarky little magazines. You and everyone like you, with your Q&As or columns or Web sites - you all want to be famous, you want to be rock stars, but you're stuck in this terrible bind, where you also want to be thought of as smart, legitimate, permanent. So you do your little thing, are read by your little coterie, while secretly seething about the Winona Ryders and Ethan Hawkes.”

SuccessFame
Book:A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Create image

“The world, every day, is New. Only for those born in, say, 1870 or so, can there be a meaningful use of the term postmodernism, because for the rest of us we are born and we see and from what we see and digest we remake our world. And to understand it we do not need to label it, categorize it. These labels are slothful and dismissive, and so contradict what we already know about the world, and our daily lives. We know that in each day, we laugh, and we are serious. We do both, in the same day, every day. But in our art we expect clear distinction between the two...But we don't label our days Serious Days or Humorous Days. We know that each day contains endless nuances - if written would contain dozens of disparate passages, funny ones, sad ones, poignant ones, brutal ones, the terrifying and the cuddly. But we are often loathe to allow this in our art. And that is too bad...”

LifeInspirationalArt
Author:Dave Eggers
Create image

“When my parents passed on, and we read their wills, we discovered something we didn’t at all expect, especially from our devoutly Catholic mother: they had both left instructions that their bodies be donated to science. We were bewildered and we were pissed. They wanted their cadavers to be used by medical students, they wanted their flesh to be cut into and their cancerous organs examined. We were breathless. They wanted no elaborate funerals, no expense incurred for such stuff – they hated wasting money or time on ceremony, on appearances. When they died there was little left – the house, the cars. And their bodies, and they gave those away. To offer them to strangers was disgusting, wrong, embarrassing. And selfish to us, their children, who would have to live with the thought of their cold weight sinking on silver tables, surrounded by students chewing gum and making jokes about the location of freckles. But then again: Nothing can be preserved. It’s all on the way out, from the second it appears, and whatever you have always has one eye on the exit, and so screw it. As hideous and uncouth as it is, we have to give it all away, our bodies, our secrets, our money, everything we know: All must be given away, given away every day, because to be human means: 1. To be good 2. To save nothing”

DeathHumanity
Book:A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Create image

“–Don’t you think the vast majority of the chaos in the world is caused by a relatively small group of disappointed men? – – –I don’t know. Could be. –The men who haven’t gotten the work they expected to get. The men who don’t get the promotion they expected. The men who are dropped in a jungle or a desert and expected video games and got mundanity and depravity and friends dying like animals. These men can’t be left to mix with the rest of society. Something bad always happens.”

MenChaosDissapointment
Book:Your Fathers, Where Are They? And the Prophets, Do They Live Forever?
Create image

“Hand, nobody told me about the weight. Why didn't our parents tell us about the weight? —What weight? —The fucking weight, Hand. How does the woman Ingres live? The one from Marrakesh? If we're vessels, and we are, then we, you and I, are overfull, and that means she's at the bottom of a deep cold lake. How can she stand the hissing of all that water? —We are not vessels; we are missiles. —We're static and we're empty. We are overfull and leaden. —We are airtight and we are missiles and all-powerful.”

LifeGrowing UpMaturity
Book:You Shall Know Our Velocity!
Create image

“You will die, and when you die, you will know a profound lack of it [dignity]. It's never dignified, always brutal. What's dignified about dying? It's never dignified. And in obscurity? Offensive. Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves. And it's fleeting and incredibly mercurial. And subjective. So fuck it.”

DeathPerceptionDignity
Book:A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Create image

“This morning there s first a predictable story about Darfur; an expert on African affairs notes that seven thousand African Union troops patrolling a region the size of France have been ineffectual in preventing continued janjaweed terror. Funding for the troops is about to run out, and it seems that no one, including the United States, is ready to put forth more money or come up with new ideas to stop the killing and displacement. This is not surprising to those of us who lived through twenty years of oppression by the hands of Khartoum and its militias.”

WarSudanDarfurPage 417
Book:What is the What
Create image

“Max had to think about these new developments. He hadn't liked getting hit by a rock--his stomach still ached from then rock Judith had thrown--but then again, when his team had used rocks on Alexander, it had caused him to surrender. Now the Bad Guys only had three soldiers left, which would make victory for Max's team more likely. So now it made perfect sense. He was wrong to ban rocks, or even animals. The key was to use all the weapons at one's disposal, but to just make sure you won when you used them.”

WarMilitarismChildrens
Book:The Wild Things
Create image

“I worry about exposing him to bands like Journey, the appreciation of which will surely bring him nothing but the opprobrium of his peers. Though he has often been resistant - children so seldom know what is good for them - I have taught him to appreciate all the groundbreaking musicmakers of our time - Big Country, Haircut 100, Loverboy - and he is lucky for it. His brain is my laboratory, my depository. Into it I can stuff the books I choose, the television shows, the movies, my opinion about elected officials, historical events, neighbors, passersby. He is my twenty-four-hour classroom, my captive audience, forced to ingest everything I deem worthwhile. He is a lucky, lucky boy! And no one can stop me.”

ChildrenParenting
Book:A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Create image

“The world is undergoing a movement toward authoritarianism, Delaney, and this is about order. People think the world is out of control. They want someone to stop the changes. This aligns perfectly with what the Every is doing: feeding the urge to control, to reduce nuance, to categorize, and to assign numbers to anything inherently complex. To simplify. To tell us how it will be. An authoritarian promises these things, too.”

DemocracyTyrannyDystopianSurveillanceAuthoritarianismSurveillance Society
Book:The Every
Create image

“You better [start writing] now because you know how to write, and you have fingers, and you have this one life, and during this one life, you should put your words down, and make your voice heard, and then let others hear your voice. And the only way any of that’s going to happen is if you actually do it. People can’t read the thoughts in your head. They can only read the thoughts you put down, carefully and with great love, on the page. So you have to do it, goddamnit.”

Writing
Author:Dave Eggers
Create image

“I am your shower curtain and I am watching you. I surround you, I shield you, and I like you. I like to see the water touch you, travel down upon you, searching, falling away from you. I like to see you lather. I like to see you rinse. I like to see you thinking your thoughts with your eyes closed. I do not like to hear you hum. I do not like to hear you sing. I like you quiet. I like you thinking, silently, your lips moving, your eyes closed tight. I like your fingers. Your wrists, your toes. I like your shins. Your knees. I like the way the water funnels between your legs and cascades down, turning in corkscrews. I like it when you like yourself. When you give a moment to your thighs. When you give a moment to the back of your neck, to the inner fold of your arm. Take a moment. Give yourself time. Take the soap and make circles on your flesh. Make slow circles on your flesh. Make long elliptical shapes upon your beautiful flesh. Your beautiful flesh today. Tomorrow your flesh will be different. It will be older. Appreciate it now. Your flesh is a miracle. You started from nothing. From an egg too small to see. Then a relentless multiplication of cells, each one a miracle, each one a preposterous happening. And from this ridiculous profusion now you are you. You are a giant. You are a giant and water is falling upon you and you are cleaning yourself because you are beautiful. Please don’t think about anything else. I know I said I liked to see you think but that, i realize now, is not true. I don’t want to see you think. I only want the elliptical touching of your flesh. throw your mind away and enjoy your wet flesh. thrill in your existence. Your persistence. the fact that you can be here, under this falling water. this, as much as any other reason, is why you are here, why you exist. to enjoy this. to feel this. it is good enough. It is good enough to justify everything else.”

PoetryThe Thing
Author:Dave Eggers
Create image

“Ma gli strumenti che create voi in realtà producono bisogni di socialità innaturalmente estremi. Nessuno ha davvero bisogno del numero di contatti che fornite voi. Non porta a nessun miglioramento. Non è nutriente. È come le merendine. Sai come le studiano? Determinano con scientifica precisione di quanto sale e quanti grassi hanno bisogno per farti continuare a mangiare. Tu non hai fame, non senti il bisogno di mangiare, quello che hai davanti non ti stuzzica, ma continui a mangiare queste calorie vuote. Ecco quello che spacciate voi. La stessa cosa. Un numero incalcolabile di calorie vuote, il loro equivalente digitale e sociale.”

UtopiaDistopiaThe CircleDave EggersIl Cerchio
Author:Dave Eggers
Create image

“And then it occurred to her, in a brief and blasphemous flash: she didn't want to know how they felt. The flash opened up into something larger, an even more blasphemous notion that her brain contained too much. That the volume of information, of data, of judgements, of measurements, was too much, and there were too many people, and too many desires of too many people, and too many opinions of too many people, and too much pain from too many people, and having it constantly collated ,collected, added and aggregated, and presented to her as if that all made it tidier and more manageable-it was too much.”

The Circle
Book:The Circle
Create image

“Ma in realtà è proprio il contrario, di più è di più è di più, più si sanguina più si dà. Queste cose, i dettagli, le storie e quant’altro, sono come la pelle di cui i serpenti si spogliano, lasciandola a chiunque da guardare. Che cosa gliene frega al serpente di dov’è la sua pelle, di chi la vede? La lascia lì dove ha fatto la muta. Ore, giorni o mesi dopo, noi troviamo la pelle e scopriamo qualcosa del serpente, quant’era grosso, quanto era lungo approssimativamente, ma ben poco altro. Sappiamo dove si trova il serpente adesso? A cosa sta pensando? No. Per quel che ne sappiamo, il serpente adesso potrebbe girare in pelliccia, potrebbe vendere matite a Hanoi. Quella pelle non è più sua, la indossava perché ci era cresciuto dentro, ma poi si è seccata e gli si è staccata di dosso, e lui e chiunque altro adesso possono vederla. "E tu saresti il serpente?" Certo. Io sono il serpente. E dunque, il serpente dovrebbe portare la pelle con sé, tenersela sempre sotto braccio? Dovrebbe farlo? "No?" No, certo che no! Non ha braccia, un serpente! Come cazzo fa a portarsi in giro la pelle? Per favore. Ma proprio come il serpente, io non ho braccia – metaforicamente parlando, voglio dire – per portare con me tutto quanto. E poi non sono più cose mie. Nessuna è mia. Mio padre non è mio, non in quel senso, almeno. La sua morte e quello che ha fatto non è roba mia. Né lo sono il modo in cui sono stato educato, né la mia città, né le sue tragedie. Come potrebbero essere mie cose del genere? Ritenermi responsabile di mantenere il segreto su queste cose mi parrebbe ridicolo. Sono nato in una città e in una famiglia, e questa città e questa famiglia mi sono capitate. Non le possiedo. Sono di tutti. In condivisione. E mi piace, mi piace l’idea di averne fatto parte, morirei o ucciderei per proteggere coloro che ne fanno parte, ma non reclamo nessuna esclusività. Eccovi tutto. Prendetevelo. Fatene ciò che volete. Fatene buon uso. È come ottenere elettricità dai rifiuti. Fin troppo bello per essere vero, l’idea di poter creare qualcosa di buono da roba come questa.”

Dave Eggers
Book:A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Create image