Author of quotes: Jonathan Franzen. Page 2

The story can be told in one hundred and forty signs: we extract carbon from the earth and send carbon dioxide into the atmosphere, and if we don't stop doing this, we will be bad.

Love is a better motivator than guilt.

As far as public opinion is concerned ... there is weather and there is climate. You are trying to change the climate, and that takes time.

... Our preoccupation with impending disasters discourages us from dealing with solvable environmental problems here and now ...

For a writer, the essay serves as a mirror...

... Our personalities are made up of stories that we tell about ourselves ...

I'm jealous. When it comes to infidelity, I become meticulous of the Spanish Inquisition. No mercy.

The babies are cute. <...> The children have always been the meaning of life. You fall in love, have babies, then they grow up, fall in love and reproduce. It was always the goal of life. Pregnancy. A new life.

From my point of view, <...> the difference is that birds are being killed only because they want to eat. Not out of malice and not for pleasure, not involved psyche. That's why nature is peaceful. Birds live or die, but their life is not poisoned by regrets, neurosis and ideology. In the forest I rest by my anger.

She felt rejected and alone. He first felt a sort of coldness coming from Lalita, and scared. What he could never understand men who are in a similar position, how many books Walter no read and no matter how many movies or watched, suddenly became crystal clear: it is impossible to expect genuine love, not to pay the same. Being good is not enough.

But self-loathing is one of the simplest definitions of depression.

It is curious that Robinson Crusoe in all twenty-eight years of life on his Island of Despair never gets bored. Yes, first he complains about the heaviness and monotony of their labors, and later admits that very tired, wandering the island in search of the savages, complains that there is no tubes so he can not smoke growing on the island of tobacco, called the first year with Friday as its the happiest year on the island. But the modern need for stimulants completely alien to him. Perhaps the most striking feature of the novel is that Robinson pulled three barrels of rum a quarter of a century; I would drink the rum for a month, just to close the issue.

Raising children, sometimes you learn about yourself is pretty nasty stuff.

Even in hopeless boredom, fortunately, there are limits.