To be anorexic...she thought, amounted to wanting to shed yourself of some of the imperfect mosaic of pieces that made you who you were. She could understand that now for, maybe underneath that desquamated self you would locate a new version.
Meg WolitzerI've been waiting for someone to sign the permission slip for me to write about sex. In the meantime, I've written about sex in all my books anyway.
Meg WolitzerPart of the beauty of love was that you didnโt need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain. With love, apparently you didnโt necessarily feel the need to explain anything at all.
Meg WolitzerYou stayed around your children as long as you could, inhaling the ambient gold shavings of their childhood, and at the last minute you tried to see them off into life and hoped that the little piece of time youโd given them was enough to prevent them from one day feeling lonely and afraid and hopeless. You wouldnโt know the outcome for a long time.
Meg WolitzerBut it's never just been the journals that have made the difference, I don't think. It's also the way the students are with one another . . . the way they talk about books and authors and themselves. Not just their problems, but their passions too. The way they form a little society and discuss whatever matters to them. Books light the fire-whether it's a book that's already written, or an empty journal that needs to be filled in.
Meg Wolitzer