The key thing is, even if you only have a couple of hours a month, those two hours shoulder-to-shoulder, next to one student, concentrated attention, shining this beam of light on their work, on their thoughts and their self-expression, is going to be absolutely transformative, because so many of the students have not had that ever before.— Dave Eggers
The most sentimental Dave Eggers quotes that are easy to memorize and remember
We are unusual and tragic and alive.
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.
Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves.
Here I am Rock You Like a Hurricane.
Still though, I think if you're not self-obsessed, you're probably boring.
3. There are bears and there are small dogs. Be strong like bear! If they take out your teeth, sit on the dogs. Bears always forget they can just sit on the dogs. Sit on the dogs.
Some of these kids just don't plain know how good they are: how smart and how much they have to say. You can tell them. You can shine that light on them, one human interaction at a time.
We have advantages. We have a cushion to fall back on. This is abundance. A luxury of place and time. Something rare and wonderful. It's almost historically unprecedented. We must do extraordinary things. We have to. It would be absurd not to.
Humans are divided between those who can still look through the eyes of youth and those who cannot.
We see the beauty within and cannot say no.
Why did we do that to Pluto? We had it good with Pluto.
You invite things to happen. You open the door. You inhale. And if you inhale the chaos, you give the chaos, the chaos gives back.
People are strange, but more than that, they're good. They're good first, then strange.
Maybe he was more than the sum of his broken parts.
We were fools and now we were driving to our deaths in a rental car.
Janet Jackson was tinkling from the speakers, asking what we had done for her as of late
I need eight hours to get maybe 20 minutes of work done.
I had one of those yesterday: seven hours of self-loathing.
There is travel and there are babies; everything else is drudgery and death.
When you're in your twenties in a new city where no one's from here, we're all sort of orphans. The only people that you can count on our bunch of people that you work with and that you know. You're only as good as the reliability of that latticework.
And there is a chance that everything we did was incorrect, but stasis is itself criminal for those with the means to move, and the means to weave communion between people.
It's not that our family has no taste, it's just that our family's taste is inconsistent.
So this is the space during tutoring hours.
It's very busy. Same principles: one-on-one attention, complete devotion to the students' work and a boundless optimism and sort of a possibility of creativity and ideas.
I'm interested in the human impact of the giant foot of misplaced government.
After all, we encounter it every day.
Why do you want to be on The Real World? Because I want everyone to witness my youth. Why? Isn't it gorgeous?
The house is a factory.
Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.
I grew up north of Chicago, not far from where the Schwinn bicycle plant used to be, and was conscious of the fact that these beautiful, everlasting bikes were made just down the road.
We are the bright new stars born of a screaming black hole, the nascent suns burst from the darkness, from the grasping void of space that folds and swallows--a darkness that would devour anyone not as strong as we. We are oddities, sideshows, talk show subjects. We capture everyone's imagination.
If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.
The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.
I think newspapers shouldn't try to compete directly with the Web, and should do what they can do better, which may be long-form journalism and using photos and art, and making connections with large-form graphics and really enhancing the tactile experience of paper.
And that's actually the brunt of what we do is, people going straight from their workplace, straight from home, straight into the classroom and working directly with the students. So then we're able to work with thousands and thousands more students.
My head was a condemned church with a ceiling of bats, but I swung from this dark mood to euphoria when I thought about leaving.
I think there's a future where the Web and print coexist and they each do things uniquely and complement each other, and we have what could be the ultimate and best-yet array of journalistic venues.
You know how you finish a bag of chips and you hate yourself? You know you’ve done nothing good for yourself. That’s the same feeling, and you know it is, after some digital binge. You feel wasted and hollow and diminished.
And what we were trying to offer every day was one-on-one attention.
The goal was to have a one-to-one ratio with every one of these students.
We feel that to reveal embarrassing or private things, we have given someone something, that, like a primitive person fearing that a photographer will steal his soul, we identify our secrets, our past and their blotches, with our identity, that revealing our habits or losses or deeds somehow makes one less of oneself.
I've purposely stayed away from reading much about postmodern theory, and most everything I have read just bored me to tears. I don't think anybody's written about it, or very few have, with any verve.
But there was something psychological happening there that was just a little bit different. And the other thing was, there was no stigma. Kids weren't going into the 'Center-for-Kids-That-Need-More-Help' or something like that. It was 826 Valencia.
Live long enough and you'll disappoint everyone.
People think you're able to help them and usually you can't. And so it becomes a process of choosing the one or two people you try hardest not to disappoint. The person in my life I am determined not to disappoint is you.
Status in itself is criminal for those with the means to move, and the means to weave communion between people.
For years I feared the opening of every elevator, half-convinced that from the opened doors would come a bullet, for me, shot by a man in a tan trenchcoat. I have no idea why I feared this, expected it to happen. I even knew how I would react to this bullet coming from the elevator door, what word I would say. That word was: Finally.
You know, it's been proven that 35 to 40 hours a year with one-on-one attention, a student can get one grade level higher.
All we really want is for no one to have a boring life, to be impressive, so we can be impressed. ~ on the friends we choose.
I see colors like you hear jet planes.
Well, my background is journalism. I don't have any creative-writing experience except for one class I took as a sophomore in college.
He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her.
I had the sensation that I might always be running like this, that I would always have to run, and that I would always be able to run.
In hospitals I feel palpable comfort.
I feel the competence, the expertise, so much education and money, all of the supplies sterile, everything packaged, sealed tight. My fears evaporate when the automatic doors shush open.
But that in any city, in any cluster of people, there a few people who are awake at this hour, who are both awake and dancing, and it’s here that we need to be.