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

— Dave Eggers

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

— Dave Eggers

Grief doesn't arrive on schedule, as much as we'd like to.

— Dave Eggers

Hand, nobody told me about the weight. Why didn't our parents tell us about the weight?—What weight?—The fucking weight, Hand. How does the woman Ingres live? The one from Marrakesh? If we're vessels, and we are, then we, you and I, are overfull, and that means she's at the bottom of a deep cold lake. How can she stand the hissing of all that water?—We are not vessels; we are missiles.—We're static, and we're empty. We are overfull and leaden.—We are airtight, and we are missiles and all-powerful.

— Dave Eggers

He handed Mae a piece of paper, on which he'd written, in crude all capitals, a list of assertions under the headline "The Rights of Humans in a Digital Age." Mae scanned it, catching passages: "We must all have the right to anonymity." "Not every human activity can be measured." "The ceaseless pursuit of data to quantify the value of any endeavor is catastrophic to true understanding." "The barrier between public and private must remain unbreachable." At the end she found one line, written in red ink: "We must all have the right to disappear.

— Dave Eggers

He must trust, and he must have faith. And so he builds, because what is building, and rebuilding and rebuilding again, but an act of faith?

— Dave Eggers

Here I am Rock You Like a Hurricane.

— Dave Eggers

Here though, there are no oppressors. No one's forcing you to do this. You willingly tie yourself to these leashes. And you willingly become utterly socially autistic. You no longer pick up on basic human communication clues. You're at a table with three humans, all of whom are looking at you and trying to talk to you, and you're staring at a screen! Searching for strangers in... Dubai!

— Dave Eggers

He was warm, partly because he had on many layers, and partly because boys whoa re part wolf and part wind do not get cold.

— Dave Eggers

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?

— Dave Eggers