Wasn't the whole point of being an artist, or at least part of it, that you didn't have to wear a tie?
Meg WolitzerThe generation that had information, but no context. Butter, but no bread. Craving, but no longing.
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 you’d given them was enough to prevent them from one day feeling lonely and afraid and hopeless. You wouldn’t know the outcome for a long time.
Meg WolitzerBut now the world, he thought, had taken them. He knew that this could suddenly happen. One day you just woke up, and there was somewhere that you needed to be.
Meg Wolitzer