Being an author means, almost by definition, that you make up characters and then complicate their lives. That's it, really. You make up characters and give them problem after problem after problem. — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
There is no normal. I've never met a normal person. The concept is flawed. It implies that there is only one way people are… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners. — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
This kind of thing always amazed Ginny--people who just walked away from institutions. People who left school when they didn't see the point. Aunt… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
Did you hear?" he asked. "They found another body around nine this morning. It's the Ripper, definitely." "Good morning," I replied. "Morning. Listen to… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b)… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
When I worked in theater, I was always writing things on Post-it Notes and sticking them on screens or desks. Twitter has given me… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
She had always thought applying to college would be exciting. Living away from home, meeting so many new people, Learning new things, making a… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
“Vitamin D,” Stevie said. “You need it.” “You don’t know that,” he said. “I want to eat my meat in my room with the… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
No one hid their interest when I walked into the room. I'm not sure if it was the news about Boo or my general… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
You'd been petting a stuffed dog?' she said 'A dead one?' 'It was a really well stuffed dog' I clarified. 'I have seen some… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
“When she emerged, Keith was watching the tiny round window of the under-the-counter washing machine. "Put your clothes in for a wash," he said.… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
