The only option for a creative person was constant motionโa lifetime of busy whirligigging in a generally forward direction, until you couldnโt do it any longer.
Meg WolitzerThe minute you had kids you closed ranks. You didn't plan this in advance, but it happened. Families were like individual, discrete, moated island nations. The little group of citizens on the slab of rock gathered together instinctively, almost defensively, and everyone who was outside the wallsโeven if you'd once been best friendsโwas now just that, outsiders.
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 WolitzerAfter a certain age, you felt a need not to be alone. It grew stronger, like a radio frequency, until finally it was so powerful that you were forced to do something about it.
Meg Wolitzer