Amanda Foxen

“She wanted to read and think and reconnect with her collegiate self, which had been so much more open and fluid and hopeful than the versions that had succeeded it.”
― Tom Perrotta, Mrs. Fletcher

“Within a couple of weeks of starting the Ph.D. program, though, she discovered that she'd booked passage on a sinking ship. There aren't any jobs, the other students informed her; the profession's glutted with tenured old men who won't step aside for the next generation. While the university's busy exploiting you for cheap labor, you somehow have to produce a boring thesis that no one will read, and find someone willing to publish it as a book. And then, if you're unsually talented and extraordinarily lucky, you just might be able to secure a one-year, nonrenewable appointment teaching remedial composition to football players in Oklahoma. Meanwhile, the Internet's booming, and the kids we gave C pluses to are waltzing out of college and getting rich on stock options while we bust our asses for a pathetic stipend that doesn't even cover the rent.”
― Tom Perrotta, Little Children

“fairness and gender rarely intersected.”
― Tom Perrotta, Mrs Fletcher

“Except for a small strip of shin that poked out from between the top of his socks and the bottom of his pants, his legs were purely theoretical.”
― Tom Perrotta, The Wishbones