Meg Cabot
Meg Cabot
Meg Cabotis an American author of romantic and paranormal fiction for teens and adults and used to write under several pen names, but now writes exclusively under her real name. She has written and published over 50 books, and is best known for The Princess Diaries, later made by Walt Disney Pictures into two feature films of the same name. Meg's books have been the recipients of numerous awards, including the New York Public Library Books for the Teen Age,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth1 February 1967
CityBloomington, IN
CountryUnited States of America
Every moment away from you feels like time spent in a sort of cell. I can think of nothing, dream of nothing, but you. Unfortunately, I will have to remain in my self-inflicted prison a bit longer, since work will keep me from meeting you tonight. I can't seem to find a way to avoid this... however, I hope this gift will make up for my unforgivable behavior. I saw this and though of you, and St. George. You have slain the dragon. Until we meet again, I am your Lucien.
You can't turn love on and off like a faucet.
If you really love someone, even if you can't see where you'll be or what you'll be doing twenty years from now, you'd still want that person to be there.
I needed another soda. I’d only had six since breakfast.
And generally, when people say good night, they keep their tongues to themselves.
What is the appropriate reply to make to a man who says he loves you? Thank you. You are very kind.
When I did see the story of Persephone, I was really drawn to it. Persephone, the goddess of spring, was kept from Olympus by her mother, Demeter, because Demeter was very worried that the gods of Olympus would do something terrible to her.
It's only in fairy tales that princesses can afford to wait for the handsome prince to save them. In real life, they have to bust out of their own coffins and do the saving themselves.
It wasn't until Hope fluttered over and landed at Alex's feet, peering questioningly up at him, that he finally tore his hands away from his eyes.Oh, my God, he said, sounding disgusted. Why is there a bird looking at me?That's Miss Oliviera's bird, Henry volunteered cheerfully. The captain gave it to her as a present.Kayla punched me in the arm. John's got his captain's license? she whispered. You are so lucky. Frank says he just loads cargo.I glanced at Frank. I wondered if Kayla would like him as much if she knew the cargo he loaded was human souls.
For each book, I do end up making a kind of playlist to fit the characters.
I was an unhappy child, and that puts me off having a child of my own.
I wish I had taken Spanish instead of French in high school. I could eavesdrop on a lot more conversations on the subway if I knew Spanish.
Usually writer's block arises when something is wrong internally with the story.
I've come to the conclusion that, aside from Nazis, the Taliban, and possibly the honey badger, there is no one on the planet more merciless than a teenage girl once she's decided she dislikes you.