167 Quotes by Meg Rosoff

But I would like to make an important point before this goes any further and that is if anyone feels like arresting me for corrupting an innocent kid then all I can say is that Edmond was not corruptible. Some people are just like that and if you don’t believe me it just means you’ve never met one of them yourself. Which is your loss.

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.

I shall bring him his tea and work myself to death by the time I am thirty bearing children and scrubbing floors and working in the fields digging turnips till my hands bleed and my back gives out and everyone urges me to keep on for just one more year, at which point I will die of exhaustion and the meagerness of my own life. I will love him and care for him, will never tell him to get his own tea, or sweep the ashes from the hearth or give birth to his own twelfth child himself.

The things that break your heart when you think there’s nothing left to break.

When I’m writing I can write anywhere; when I’m not writing I can’t write anywhere.

I guess the difference between Gin and me is that when Gin got shut in the barn she thought Edmond didn’t love her anymore but because I could feel Edmond out there somewhere always loving me I didn’t have to howl all night.

The facts of his existence are plain. I know that he will never silence those unspeakable voices. He heard how people killed, and how they died and their voices infected him, coursed through his body, poisoned him. He didn’t know how to turn off the noise, or turn the hate back out onto the world like the rest of us. He turned it on himself. You could see that from the scars on him.

To cheer us up on our first day on the road I made jam sandwiches for breakfast and they tasted hopeful.

In the meantime, Bob was jumping up and down and pronouncing it was all “good good good,” so good that he couldn’t stop giggling with self-satisfied glee like a demented toddler.