30 Quotes by Eva Hoffman

I've become immune to desire; I snip the danger of wanting in the bud.

Happy! That will-o'-the-wisp.

If primness is a small recoil of distaste at things that give others simple and hearty pleasure, then prim is what I'm really becoming.

Mimesis, it seems, works smoothly in only one direction, and life refuses conveniently to mirror the art in which it's seemingly mirrored.

The more words I have, the more distinct, precise my perceptions become – and such lucidity is a form of joy.

Laughter is the lightning rod of play, the eroticism of conversation.

The worst losses come at night.

The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won’t.

There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.