Jonathan Franzen
Born: 08-16-1959
Jonathan Franzen is an acclaimed American novelist and essayist known for his incisive social commentary and complex characters. Born in 1959, he gained prominence with his National Book Award-winning novel "The Corrections." Franzen's works often explore themes of family, identity, and contemporary culture. Besides fiction, he contributes essays to prominent publications. Renowned for his narrative depth and cultural insight, Franzen is a significant voice in modern American literature.
Book summaries for books written by Jonathan Franzen
Quotes
You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
There's a fine line between thinking about somebody and thinking about not thinking about somebody, but I have the patience and the self-control to walk that line for hours - months, if I have to.
You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.
I wish none of this had happened. So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day.
I'm here. I love you. I don't care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. There's nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.
I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?
Everyone should be able to do one card trick, tell two jokes, and recite three poems, in case they are ever trapped in an elevator.
When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears.
Well, I could picture it. I have an excellent imagination. Maps for me are subjective things, like all representations of reality. Everything I make is completely make-believe.
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.