Top 80 Meg Rosoff Quotes (2025 Update)
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51. “I’m a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.”

— Meg Rosoff

52. “Life’s pleasures were so simple, really. It was all a matter of appreciating what you had – and knowing that things could always be worse.”

— Meg Rosoff

53. “He didn’t remember ever being less weird than he was right now. In fact, as far as he could tell he had always been more or less exactly as weird as this. if not more so.”

— Meg Rosoff

54. “I was dying, of course, but then we all are. Every day, in perfect increments.”

— Meg Rosoff

55. “Edmond just lay there smoking and telling me he loved me without saying anything out loud and if there ever was a more perfect day in the history of time it isn’t one I’ve heard about. The.”

— Meg Rosoff

56. “Someday I’ll understand more of these things. At the moment I just have to think them through. Not everything you want to know is explained properly on Google.”

— Meg Rosoff

57. “It’s not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle.”

— Meg Rosoff

58. “Osbert was the only one who didn’t seem suspicious. He was so interested in the Decline of Western Civilization that he missed the version of it taking place under his nose.”

— Meg Rosoff

59. “Somewhere along the line I’d lost the will not to eat.”

— Meg Rosoff

60. “I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of.”

— Meg Rosoff

61. “I was happiest when he just came and lay down next to me, and I could almost feel the weight of his body against mine.”

— Meg Rosoff

62. “Fate isn’t some middle-aged man with a squint who won’t recognize you if you change your clothes.”

— Meg Rosoff

63. “This was what happiness felt like – this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.”

— Meg Rosoff

64. “El olor de su piel es demasiado familiar para describirlo.”

— Meg Rosoff

65. “And so, perhaps, when I say I long to be a pane of glass, I am lying. I long for partial obscurity at the same time that I long for someone to know me.”

— Meg Rosoff

66. “Eck tilts his head and gently licks Bob’s ear with his long, sticky tongue. It is his special way of expressing sympathy and it is not effective.”

— Meg Rosoff

67. “I came across Piper deep in conversation with Jet one afternoon and when I asked her what they were talking about she shrugged and said Dog Things.”

— Meg Rosoff

68. “But I would like to make an important point before this goes any further and that is if anyone feels like arresting me for corrupting an innocent kid then all I can say is that Edmond was not corruptible. Some people are just like that and if you don’t believe me it just means you’ve never met one of them yourself. Which is your loss.”

— Meg Rosoff

69. “When I’m writing I can write anywhere; when I’m not writing I can’t write anywhere.”

— Meg Rosoff

70. “It was the first time in as long as I could remember that hunger wasn’t a punishment or a crime or a weapon or a mode of self-destruction. It was simply a way of being in love. Sometimes.”

— Meg Rosoff

71. “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 or energy for the things we love, if we can even remember what those things are.”

— Meg Rosoff

72. “The only thing I knew for certain was that all around me was more life than I’d ever experienced in all the years I’d been on earth and as long as no one shut me in the barn away from Edmond at night I was safe.”

— Meg Rosoff

73. “It’s just a playing field crammed full of cause and effect, billions of dominoes, each knocking over billions more, setting off trillions of actions every second.”

— Meg Rosoff

74. “After an hour or so when I was sure Piper was calm and safe I slipped off to be with Edmond and we said even less than usual only climbed inside each other for comfort and oblivion and fell asleep that way wrapped in black sheep blankets and together dreamt a single dream that there was no one left in the world but us.”

— Meg Rosoff

75. “I spent some of my endless hours of leisure learning how to shoot a gun, which I thought might come in handy someday, if not in the war then back on the streets of New York.”

— Meg Rosoff

76. “I shall bring him his tea and work myself to death by the time I am thirty bearing children and scrubbing floors and working in the fields digging turnips till my hands bleed and my back gives out and everyone urges me to keep on for just one more year, at which point I will die of exhaustion and the meagerness of my own life. I will love him and care for him, will never tell him to get his own tea, or sweep the ashes from the hearth or give birth to his own twelfth child himself.”

— Meg Rosoff

77. “In the meantime, Bob was jumping up and down and pronouncing it was all “good good good,” so good that he couldn’t stop giggling with self-satisfied glee like a demented toddler.”

— Meg Rosoff

78. “Each evening she held his head in her hands and ran her aching fingers thru the thick ruff of fur around his neck. He burrowed against her, sighing devotion.”

— Meg Rosoff

79. “I came across Piper deep in conversation with Jet one afternoon and when I asked her what they were talking about she shrugged and said Dog Things. Sometimes the loneliness of being the odd man out in these conversation got to me but most of the time I just ignored it. I like old movies. She talks to dogs.”

— Meg Rosoff

80. “Julie helped him to feel defined. He was Julie’s boyfriend. Julie’s fiance. Julie’s provocation. He came into focus when he stood beside her, despite the fact that the person standing beside her was mostly not him.”

— Meg Rosoff

81. “I’d like to think life has improved since 1850, despite the long hours we all seem to spend slaving over hot computers, but the psychological journeys remain the same – the search for love, identity, a meaningful place in the world.”

— Meg Rosoff

82. “Bob’s talent, such as it is, consists entirely of the few unconscious charms of youth: its energy, audacity and complete inability to recognize its own shortcomings.”

— Meg Rosoff

83. “Was this just what relationships were like these days? Whatever you felt like with whoever was there?”

— Meg Rosoff

84. “I have often looked back at that moment and imagined history veering fractionally in one direction or another, imagined if I’d been a different person, or if he had, whether what followed would have been a different story altogether and the history of the world might have changed ever so slightly around us.”

— Meg Rosoff