If you have the patience to wait and watch, history will reshape truth (weakest of all forces, and weightless) in the image of opinion. What really happened will cease to matter and, eventually, cease to exist.
Meg RosoffI felt a momentary urge to leap into the sea and swim free of the present.
Meg Rosoffit was love, of course, though I didn't know it then and Finn was both its subject and object. He accepted love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions, like a wild thing glimpsed through trees.
Meg RosoffSuch a courageous boy I was. To act brazenly under scrutiny and risk further injury to my wounded heart. Ah, the resilience, the blind, dumb persistence of youth.
Meg RosoffIt's not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle.
Meg RosoffHe was a peculiar sight. Tears rolling down his face, shouting to drown the sound of the singing rabbit; he said he needed help, pointed to a chicken, handed over some money, grabbed his parcel and bolted out the door in panic.
Boys, thought the butcher.
Drugs, thought the woman.
Justin Case, thought Dorothea.
Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.
Meg RosoffI give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.
Meg RosoffThere he lay spooked, a spinning wheel in a celestial bowling alley.
Meg RosoffShe frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.'
'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?
Stichwörter: solitude
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