Quotes from Dave Eggers

As we all know here at the Circle, transparency leads to peace of mind. No longer

A promise is like the earth underneath us. It must be solid. How can we walk, and run, and live and laugh, when we can't count on the ground beneath us. And so it is with promises. They keep us upright. They hold up everyone and everything

La vigilancia no puede ser el precio a pagar por ningún maldito servicio que recibamos.

but look at it this way: If you've got the ugliest house on the street, you never have to look at it.

But something about his inability to give in, to admit defeat, or to at least acknowledge the incredible power of the technology at Mae's command Ã¢â'¬Â¦ she knew she couldn't give up until she had received some sense of his acquiescence.

That must drive you insa— Oh please. What would a brain do if not these sorts of exercises? I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.

Does it seem like a good idea to you that a private company would control the flow of all information?

When I rest my head on the couch I know that it's coming, coming like something in the mail, something sent away for. We know it is coming, but are not sure when—weeks? months? She is fifty-one. I am twenty-one. My sister is twenty-three. My brothers are twenty-four and seven. We are ready. We are not ready. People know.

Porque soy imbécil y porque recibí demasiadas lecciones de hombres y mujeres buenos provistos de rígidos códigos morales, hallo mis fuerzas en la afirmación de lo que es correcto. Esto pocas veces me ha servido de nada en situaciones como esta.

No, I mean, this is a tangent, but my problem with paper is that all communication dies with it. It holds no possibility of continuity. You look at your paper brochure and that's where it ends. It ends with you. Like you're the only one who matters.

We want this to be a workplace, sure, but it should also be a humanplace

Every fucking suburb has a SWAT team.

You're in front of my face, he said every day. It was an old Yemeni expression, hard to translate into English. It was something you said to a loved one, to a friend, while pointing to your own face. It meant that the person before you was never out of your vision. That you kept them foremost in your mind.

Outside the walls of the Circle, all was noise and struggle, failure and filth. But here, all had been perfected. The best people had made the best systems and the best systems had reaped funds, unlimited funds, that made possible this, the best place to work. And it was natural that it was so, Mae thought. Who else but utopians could make utopia?

No vision has ever come true, no promise has ever been kept. But then there was you, and you were the promise that would obliterate all of the disappointments of the past. Everything about you insisted on it. Your color, your hair, the way light projects from every part of you. You were the sun that would burn away sponge putrid broken promises of the world.

The sun was still low, and everything was golden, and I thought I was seeing my destiny.

I'm of the opinion that secrets kept in life should be honored in death, that nothing changes simply because you're not there to defend yourself.

Het licht bleef uit de lucht lekken, blauw, omrand door paars en toen, daaronder, dikke stroken roest en oranje.

It is very much, she thinks, like looking at the moon and knowing one could make it there, too. It is only time and breath that stand between her and the top. She is young. She'll do it and have done it.

En de hele tijd streelde ik alle muren van mijn hoofd, met tranen in mijn ogen van vreugde, melancholie zelfs. Ik was verzot op de oppervlakten, de vele kamers - de oude en de lege kamers.

Your memory has always been given to opportunistic revision.

I think my teeth provide a necessary respite from the eerie perfection of everyone else's.

Het zonlicht over de schouder van de winkelbediende was wit en gelijkmatig, en toen hij ons glazen water inschonk was het het helderste water dat ik ooit had gezien. Het was de onverdunde ziel van de wereld.

Prayers to God were rarely answered, while shouts into cyberspace always receive a response, even if misspelled and hateful.