I've been waiting for someone to sign the permission slip for me to write about sex. In the meantime, I've written about… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
We all want to write the kind of book that we want to read. If you put in the things that you… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
Books light the fire-whether it's a book that's already written, or an empty journal that needs to be filled in. — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
When you have a book out, it's like a period of protracted or concentrated megalomania, and it's really not normal or good… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
If you've written a powerful book about a woman and your publisher then puts a 'feminine' image on the cover, it 'types'… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
We all would love the idea of people getting what's coming to them in books and in life, but sometimes the trajectory… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
We sometimes drive ourselves crazy with how our books will be "seen," when in fact we already know what they're about, and… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
Objectifying your own novel while writing it never really helps. Instead, I guess while you're writing you need to think: This is… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
But it's never just been the journals that have made the difference, I don't think. It's also the way the students are… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
When I wrote 'The Interestings,' I wanted to let time unspool, to give the book the feeling of time passing. I had… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
New teachers were just a part of life, for a few days after one arrived, squawks of interest were emitted from various corners, but… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
“It was exhausting being a schizophrenic, which he was still convinced he was.” — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
I always thought it was the saddest and most devastating ending. How you could have these enormous dreams that never get met. How without… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
But clearly life took people and shook them around until finally they were unrecognizable even to those who had once known them well. Still,… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
“This was a time of life, she understood, in which you might not know what you were, but that was all right. You judged… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
“Another spell had been thrust upon her so long ago...She hadn't been able to see it but it was real. Otherwise why would you… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
Even if you yourself were unhappy and anxious, whenever you glimpsed happiness in your child, you suddenly became happy too. — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
“The world of law was filled with the fallen, but theater wasn't. No one ever "fell back" onto theater. You had to really, really… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
“Crema Seamans," Ethan repeated thoughtfully. "It's like a soup made from ... various semens. A medley of semens. It's a flavour of Campbell's soup… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
I've always been drawn to writing for young readers. The books that I read growing up remain in my mind very strongly. — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
“No one ever told you that in moment of crisis, family was allowed to trump friendship.” — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
You had only one chance for a signature in life, but most people left no impression. — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
“Part of the beauty of love was that you didn't need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain.” — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share
