We are all here, on this earth for only one go around. And everyone thinks their purpose is to just find their passion. But perhaps our purpose is to find what other people need. — 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
“No one ever told you that in moment of crisis, family was allowed to trump friendship.” — Meg Wolitzer Copy Share Image
You had only one chance for a signature in life, but most people left no impression. — 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
