Jonathan Franzen Quotes
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Jonathan Earl Franzen and the proliferation of e-books.
“Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular. But the realism is merely a mask for depression's actual essence, which is an overwhelming estrangement from humanity. The more persuaded you are of your unique access to the rottenness, the more afraid you become of engaging with the world. and the less you engage with the world, the more perfidiously happy-faced the rest of humanity seems for continuing to engage with it.”
Rating 4.33 em 5(15 Votes)
“You may be poor, but the one thing nobody can take away from you is the freedom to fuck up your life whatever way you want to.”
Rating 4.62 em 5(13 Votes)
“How wrong to have been so negative, how wrong to have been so gloomy, how wrong to have run away from life, how wrong to have said no, again and again, instead of yes.”
Rating 4.36 em 5(14 Votes)
“He was lovable the way a child is lovable, and he was capable of returning love with a childlike purity. If love is nevertheless excluded from his work, it's because he never quite felt that he deserved to receive it. He was a lifelong prisoner on the island of himself. What looked like gentle contours from a distance were in fact sheer cliffs. Sometimes only a little of him was crazy, sometimes nearly all of him, but, as an adult, he was never entirely not crazy. What he'd seen of his id while trying to escape his island prison by way of drugs and alcohol, only to find himself even more imprisoned by addiction, seems never to have ceased to be corrosive of his belief in his lovability. Even after he got clean, even decades after his late-adolescent suicide attempt, even after his slow and heroic construction of a life for himself, he felt undeserving. And this feeling was intertwined, ultimately to the point of indistinguishability, with the thought of suicide, which was the one sure way out of his imprisonment. surer than addiction, surer than fiction, and surer, finally, than love.”
Rating 4.44 em 5(18 Votes)