Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love. — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“...age sixty-eight and still wanting love to exist in a pure column of light, still convinced that it could.” — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
“It wasn't easy to understand how the love between two other people could diminish you.” — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
“A child just wants to love her parents and to be loved, and it seems like it should be simple to do… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
“Love transcended breath, eczema, fear of sex, and an imbalance in physical appearance. If love was real, then these bodily, human details… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
While it's true that some writers, when taking on love and war, find the task too big, or only succeed in one… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
When you're writing, it's so absorbing. It's like a drop cloth goes over you, and the world outside falls away, but you… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
I really love Scrabble. I played it with my mother growing up. We took it everywhere with us. We didn't know then… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
“The love between a brother and sister just over a year apart in age held fast. It wasn’t twinship, and it wasn’t… — 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
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 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… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
“Ordinary father-daughter love had a charge to it that generally was both permitted and indulged. There was just something so beautiful about… — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
I love guacamole and think about it a lot when I'm supposed to be thinking about language. — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
“Apparently, something can happen inside someone you love—it can just happen somehow—and like magic she thinks that she’s had enough, and that… — 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
