“Is there anything sadder than the scrawniest little piece of uneaten chicken at a dinner party?” “Hmm,” said Jules. “Yes. The Holocaust.” — 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 Image
“It was exhausting being a schizophrenic, which he was still convinced he was.” — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
Even if you yourself were unhappy and anxious, whenever you glimpsed happiness in your child, you suddenly became happy too. — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
