Quotes by Meg Rosoff

How doe we define the energy of thought versus the energy of action.

Gil has put his book down and is gazing at something inside his head.

Someday Ill understand more of these things. At the moment I just have to think them through. Not everything you want to know is explained properly on Google.

Look, I say. You cant just let your thoughts float around in the ether and hope eventually theyll connect with something. Its absurd.No, its not, Gil says. Lots of good things happen that way. Penicillin. Teflon. Smart dust. Something happens that you werent expecting and it shifts the outcome completely. You have to be open to it. When I open my brain, I tell him, things bounce around and fall out. They dont connect with anything. Maybe I havent got enough points of reference stored up yet.Youre young, he says, thats probably it. When I let my thoughts float around, I trust that theyll latch on to something useful in the end or make an association I wouldnt necessarily have predicted. Im trusting that theyll find the right thought to complete, all by themselves. The right bit of fact to ping. You have to trust your brain sometimes.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isnt one Ive heard about.

She frowned at him. You are in love with solitude.Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?

Wheres your dog? Peters voice came from within the gushing stream of water. Justin thought he must have misheard.Pardon?Your dog.Yes?Isnt he with you today? Justin looked at Peter.Ha bloody ha. Peter stuck his head out of the stream of water, features dripping. He smiled shyly. I love greyhounds. Justin stared.My dog is imaginary.Oh. Peter looked interested. Thats unusual. Justin put his head under the water. When he emerged, Peter was still looking at him.Less work, Peter offered, cheerily. If the dogs imaginary, I mean. Not so much grooming, feeding, et cetera.

Each evening she held his head in her hands and ran her aching fingers thru the thick ruff of fur around his neck. He burrowed against her, sighing devotion.

After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Here. With Edmond. And thats how I live now.

Ive been fired five times for having a bad attitude.

Id like to think life has improved since 1850, despite the long hours we all seem to spend slaving over hot computers, but the psychological journeys remain the same - the search for love, identity, a meaningful place in the world.

“And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old mans brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone elses gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of anothers eyes.”

“Time erodes us all.”