Jonathan Franzen

United States
Born on 17 Aug 1959
Novelist/Essayist

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Integrity's a neutral value. Hyenas have integrity, too. They're pure hyena.

Freedom
But nothing disturbs the feeling of specialness like the presence of other human beings feeling identically special.

Freedom
The personality susceptible to the dream of limitless freedom is a personality also prone, should the dream ever sour, to misanthropy and rage.

Freedom
This wasn't the person he'd thought he was, or would have chosen to be if he'd been free to choose, but there was something comforting and liberating about being an actual definite someone, rather than a collection of contradictory potential someones.

Freedom
There is, after all, a kind of happiness in unhappiness, if it's the right unhappiness.

Freedom
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.

Freedom
"You see a person with kids", she said, "and you see how happy they are to be a parent, and you�re attracted to their happiness. Impossibility is attractive. You know, the safety of dead-ended things".

The Corrections
Sleep was the ideally work-compatible girl he ought to have married in the first place. Perfectly submissive, infinitely forgiving, and so respectable you could take her to church.

The Corrections
The only guaranteed result of having an affair would be to add yet another disapproving woman to his life.

The Corrections
Whether anybody was home meant everything to a house. It was more than a major fact: it was the only fact. The family was the house's soul.

The Corrections
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays