Quotes from Meg Rosoff

Es algo en lo que ya he pensado: una historia que acaba en tu cabeza sin que tú quieras, o que es depositada ahí por alguien. Tengo un archivo de imágenes horribles, pero no las voy a compartir contigo. ¿Y si metiera una aquí, en medio de un párrafo que estás leyendo por casualidad, como si fuera una mina antipersona? Nunca podrías olvidarla; sería parte de ti para siempre, como un poco de metralla en tu cerebro.

Gabriel is just a baby but eventually he will see the world and his father as they are: imperfect, dangerous, peppered with betrayals and also with love.

Miro una imagen y veo las cosas que no están a la vista en ese momento. No es que sea una especie de mística, simplemente veo una constelación de hechos minúsculos que son demasiado pequeños para que la gente se fije en ellos. No detecto cada elemento en concreto de la constelación, pero la impresión general está clara. El Oso. El Cazador. El Cisne.

I should have liked this particular story to end with me settled happily ever after in the hut on the island, but it didn't happen. It wasn't long before I had to face the fact that I was living in the sea.

You don't always get a chance to choose the kind of news you get.

In the meantime, Charlie learnt to fly. Dorothea fell in love. Peter discovered a new star. And a great number of things happened to Justin. Hundreds of millions of ordinary, unexpected, and occasionally quite astonishing things. And that was his fate.

Home to them was wherever he was.

Me gusta cómo se amontona la nieve en lo alto de los postes telefónicos y se acumula en los cables formando líneas blancas finas y alargadas. Hay huecos donde se han posado los pájaros, como si estuvieran deletreando mensajes en código morse. Punto punto punto. Raya raya raya. Punto punto punto.

The feeling of the cold water and the hot sun and having the river just flow over your skin like a dolphin wasn't something I had enough words to describe but was the kind of feeling you never forget. I

It says: "Baltic Amber, fifty million years old and full of fire; warm, and enduring like love". Wonderfully romantic, don't you think? Only I don't know how to differntiate thestuff from plain old yellow stones.

Gil me ha dicho que para traducir bien tienes que ser un camaleón, ponerte en la piel de otra persona, meterte en tu cabeza. He visto esa transformación en él; da la sensación de que sus rasgos, y a veces su personalidad, cambian con cada voz que adopta, con cada libro.

Everyone talks about falling in love like it's the most miraculous, life-changing thing in the world. Something happens, they say, and you know. You look into the eyes of your beloved and see not only the person you'd always dreamed you'd meet, but the you you've always secretly believed in, the you that inspires longing and delight, the you no one else really noticed before.

The hours passed as they did the rest of the year, until whatever it was we were waiting for commenced.

And after a little while of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.

Every summer needs a theme, and I guess Love and Marriage was marginally better than Death and Despair.

Tennis, as we know, was not my sport. Sport, in fact, was not my sport.

When people express nostalgia for youth, I always suspect they have inadequate recall.

Summer was for pleasure and boredom, not chaos and doubt.

Pero estamos todos entrelazados, como las hebras de un trozo de tela, y nos apoyamos mutuamente, por suerte o por desgracia.

Was mad, fatal love the only honest love? On the one hand, of course not. On the other, who set out cold-bloodedly to have an affair without even the hope of real feeling, the kind that might last? Was it just naivety on my part, thinking that's how it should happen?

Swimming naked in broad daylight is a good incentive not to linger.

Your writing voice is the deepest possible reflection of who you are. The job of your voice is not to seduce or flatter or make well-shaped sentences. In your voice, your readers should be able to hear the contents of your mind, your heart, your soul.

Hello," he said, his usual brilliant conversation opener.

some people are lonely for all the right reasons. After