The only option for a creative person was constant motion—a lifetime of busy whirligigging in a generally forward direction, until you couldn’t do it any longer.
Meg WolitzerBeing a teacher at a restaurant in the town where you lived was a little like being a TV star.
Meg WolitzerBooks light the fire-whether it's a book that's already written, or an empty journal that needs to be filled in.
Meg WolitzerBeing an adult child was an awkward, inevitable position. You went about your business in the world: tooling around, giving orders, being taken seriously, but there were still these two people lurking somewhere who in a split second could reduce you to nothing. In their presence, you were a big-headed baby again, crawling instead of walking.
Meg Wolitzer