“When I'm writing I can write anywhere; when I'm not writing I can't write anywhere.” — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
The imagination can be dangerous. It can change the world. And that is why we write. — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
I've spent most of my life trying to wear a persona that didn't quite fit and when I started writing books, it… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
People talk about writing convincing teenagers like it's a really clever thing to do, but it comes incredibly naturally to me. Which,… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
My younger sister Debby had died of cancer, which started me writing - the sense of life being short. Cancer focuses your… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
I think the bravest thing to write about is nothing, just to write a book in which nothing happens. — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
Your writing voice is the deepest possible reflection of who you are. The job of your voice is not to seduce or… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
One of the more interesting things I've learnt since becoming a writer is that if you like the book, you'll generally like… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
Self-knowledge is essential not only to writing, but to doing almost anything really well. It allows you to work through from a… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
“So much of translating, Gil once told me, takes place in an imaginary space where the writer and the translator come together.… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
“Maybe he's lonely, she said, and I just looked at her wondering if she expected me to open a Home for the Socially Challenged… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back. — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
Teenagers are very dark, I think. That's all the goth and emo stuff. They're experiencing a lot of stuff that adults experience, but in… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude? — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
“He was a peculiar sight. Tears rolling down his face, shouting to drown the sound of the singing rabbit; he said he needed help,… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
I love you. I'm madly in love with you. Well, madly obviously, given I'm mad as a mudlark. But you saved my life. I'd… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
Although I've lived in England for more than twenty years, I still have a foreigner's passion for all the details of English history and… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
My daughter is a fantastic travelling companion - she's totally organised, whereas I'm hopeless. — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
I'm constantly snatching my books out of the hands of precocious ten-year-olds who are simply too young to read them, despite parents insisting that… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
“What else? A handful of hard white sugar lumps from the supply for the master's table. Sugar and cake and blood and pork. That's… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
“Maybe we shouldn't be living this way, without grass and trees, and ducks, always under pressure, always trying to catch up, never enough time… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
“Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just have to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share
