The more you live, the better writer you are. Meg Rosoff More Quotes by Meg Rosoff More Quotes From Meg Rosoff When you read a book, the neurons in your brain fire overtime, deciding what the characters are wearing, how they're standing, and what it feels like the first time they kiss. No one shows you. The words make suggestions. Your brain paints the pictures. Meg Rosoff kissing character book Fate is trying to kill me. I miss my dog. What's a doctor going to say? You're not ill, you're mad as a muffin? They'll either lock me up or tell me to get a grip and no one will believe the truth anyway. Meg Rosoff fate dog believe The imagination can be dangerous. It can change the world. And that is why we write. Meg Rosoff why-we-write imagination writing 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. Meg Rosoff heart laughing thinking I don't get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say. Meg Rosoff manage credit enough I'd like to think life has improved since 1850, despite the long hours we all seem to spend slaving over hot computers, but the psychological journeys remain the same - the search for love, identity, a meaningful place in the world. Meg Rosoff journey meaningful thinking Your writing voice is the deepest possible reflection of who you are. The job of your voice is not to seduce or flatter or make well-shaped sentences. In your voice, your readers should be able to hear the contents of your mind, your heart, your soul. Meg Rosoff heart writing jobs 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. Meg Rosoff self dark writing I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come. Meg Rosoff thanks passing giving It's not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle. Meg Rosoff fire heart hands She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude? Meg Rosoff cures solitude world it was love, of course, though I didn't know it then and Finn was both its subject and object. He accepted love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions, like a wild thing glimpsed through trees. Meg Rosoff accepted responsibility tree Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything. Meg Rosoff comedian tennis player And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world. Meg Rosoff alive brain feelings 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. Meg Rosoff decline noses civilization 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. Meg Rosoff persistence heart boys And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes. Meg Rosoff dream beautiful lying I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us. Meg Rosoff night war world I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back. Meg Rosoff finding-yourself hard realizing Now let's try to understand that falling into sexual and emotional thrall with an underage blood relative hadn't exactly been on my list of Things to Do while visiting England,but I was coming around to the belief that whether you liked it or not, Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just have to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop. Meg Rosoff emotional blood fall
