Quotes from Dave Eggers

There were twenty-five million people in Yemen and at least thirteen million guns -- after the United States, it was, per capita the world's most armed nation. Men wore AKs walking down the sreet. They brought them to weddings.

For a moment, she thought it natural in a way seeing a plane fall from the sky can seem natural, too. The horror comes later.

Amid the ruins José spoke passionately about the Incas and their beliefs. He told us they had symbols for time: the serpent for the past, the puma for the present, the condor for the future. On

the Pakistan fundraiser was thoroughly inspiring - the event was able to amass 2.3 million smiles for the school

If [one] could eliminate this kind of uncertainty... [one] would eliminate most of the stressors of the world, and maybe, too, the wave of despair that was gathering in [her] chest. She'd been feeling this, this black rip, this loud tear, within her.

Everyone will be tracked, cradle to grave, with no possibility of escape.

A circle is the strongest shape in the universe. Nothing can beat it, nothing can improve upon it, nothing can be more perfect.

His frustration with some Americans was like that of a disappointed parent. He was so content in this country, so impressed with and loving of its opportunities, but then why, sometimes, did Americans fall short of their best selves?

Kiki's fingerprint opened a heavy steel door and they entered a kind of library, if that library were designed by robots and for dinosaurs.

If ever I love again, I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love.

Ty swept his arms around, encompassing everything around them, the vast campus above. "All this. The fucking shark that eats the world.

So yeah, we put llamas everywhere. That was us. We just liked looking at them, so we bred about six million and spread them around.

The Circle had 90 percent of the search market. Eighty-eight percent of the free-mail market, 92 percent of text servicing. That was, in her perspective, a simple testament to their making and delivering the best product. It seemed insane to punish the company for its efficiency, for its attention to detail. For succeeding.

Like I don't know the first thing about how to be simply grateful that I'm alive. Maybe that's what's missing in our generation. Maybe we just feel too safe, too secure. We have too much stuff and no threat of any of it disappearing anytime soon.

Late that night, I get back to Grant and Eric's, and they are watching a movie where Al Pacino is blind. Al Pacino is angry and talks with an unplaceable accent. He is maybe Canadian.

They clearly see through the whole thing, that we are using this to get exposure, to prove to all and ourselves that we are real, that we like everyone else simply want our lives on tape, proven, feel that what we are doing only becomes real once is has been entered into the record.

I rested my head deeper into the terrycloth and closed my eyes. Only on sand like this did I ever feel like I could sleep forever, did I feel that sleep could be a destination. The comfort was limitless and I knew I was mouthing the words Fantastic, so good, fantastic , so good but couldn't help it.

A human's choice is either to see new things, mountains, waterfalls, deadly storms and seas and volcanoes, or to see the same man-made things endlessly reconfigured.

Own the error and correct it," he said. Hamood had a thousand proverbs and maxims. His favorite was Keep the money in your hand, never in your heart. He used that one a lot.

It means that money is ephemeral, moving from person to person," Hamood said. "It's a tool. Don't let it get into your heart or your soul." Mokhtar spent a year with Hamood

All the dorms were named after dissidents, freedom fighters, revolutionaries.) "The Vaclav Havel is between the John Brown and the Cesar Chavez. If you get to Michael Collins," Rowena said, "you've gone too far.

They downloaded another customer query, and Mae scrolled through the boilerplates, found the appropriate answer, personalized it, and sent it back.

There was a rumor that Project 9 engineers had figured out a way to replace the random jumble of our nighttime dreaming with organized thinking and real-life problem solving.

We knew nothing; the gaps in our knowledge were random and annoying. They were potholes—they could be patched but they multiplied without pattern or remorse. And even if we knew something, had read something, were almost sure of something, we wouldn't ever know the truth, or come anywhere close to it. The truth had to be seen. Anything else was a story, entertaining but more embroidered fib than crude, shapeless fact.