Meg Rosoff Quotes
Perhaps the way to succeed is to think of life on Earth as a colossal joke, a creation of such immense stupidity that the only way to live is to laugh until you think your heart will break.
Self-knowledge is essential not only to writing, but to doing almost anything really well. It allows you to work through from a deep place - from the deep, dark corners of your subconscious mind.
Osbert was the only one who didn't seem suspicious. He was so interested in the Decline of Western Civilization that he missed the version of it taking place under his nose.
While working in advertising, I channelled my creative energy into elaborate escape fantasies: cake making, dog breeding, the Peace Corps.
A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.
If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.
I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.
The soldier had stamped my passport FAMILY in heavy black capital letters and I checked it now for reassurance and because I liked how fierce the word looked
If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.
Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.
It might go down better than appearing as a giant reptile encased in a ball of fire and forcing yourself on her.' 'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?
The average attention span of the modern human being is about half as long as whatever youre trying to tell them.
My daughter is a fantastic travelling companion - she's totally organised, whereas I'm hopeless.
I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields.
I didn't seem to have that effect on anyone but it would have been a waste for both of us to be saints.
Such a courageous boy I was. To act brazenly under scrutiny and risk further injury to my wounded heart. Ah, the resilience, the blind, dumb persistence of youth.
It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.
I was pretty far gone, but not so far gone that I thought anyone with half a toehold in reality would think what we were doing was a good idea.
Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.
I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back.
I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.
She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?
I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.
We couldn’t believe our luck, and for a little while it felt like we were on some big train rolling down a hill, and all we cared about was how great it felt to be going fast.
He didn't remember ever being less weird than he was right now. In fact, as far as he could tell he had always been more or less exactly as weird as this. if not more so.
Someday I'll understand more of these things. At the moment I just have to think them through. Not everything you want to know is explained properly on Google.
She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.''Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?
Each evening she held his head in her hands and ran her aching fingers thru the thick ruff of fur around his neck. He burrowed against her, sighing devotion.
After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Here. With Edmond. And that's how I live now.
