Ransom Riggs
Ransom Riggs
Ransom Riggs is an American writer and filmmaker best known for the book Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
knocking
When someone won't let you in, eventually you stop knocking.
certain gallery hang hooked junk life photo searching taken wall
You find a lot of junk when you're searching through lost and tossed photo ephemera, but every so often you'll find a gem, a wallet-sized masterpiece you're certain could hang on the wall of a gallery if only someone with a name had taken it. Find one or two of those and you're hooked for life.
failure failing ifs
If you must fail ... fail spectacularly!
baby hurt fun
I've never really been interested in the vintage photos people pay lots of money for -- civil war tintypes or old daguerrotypes of famous people. Nor do I have any interest in the really gross, dark stuff that some people pay top-dollar, like post-mortem photos of babies (yuck) or press photos of old murder scenes or whatever. I collect in these little niches most other people don't care about -- dark-and-weird-but-fun -- and photos that have been written on, which a lot of sellers think hurts their value. All of which is good news for me!
eye hair people
Some of my favorite photos from the old days are of people who maybe didn't know how to smile. Maybe smiling in photos wasn't an accepted form of behavior back then. But the big eyes and the oversized dolls that people are carrying, and it's something about their hair - the anachronisms of these photos are really what creep me out.
girl baby war
Every snapshot collector has obsessions. Some only collect photos of cars. Others like World War II, or babies, or old-timey girls in old-timey swimsuits. I happen to collect the weird stuff: photos that make the hair on the back of your neck stand up a little. The uncanny.
memories home missing
If I never went home, what exactly would I be missing? I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unremarkable life that had been mapped out for me. It had never once occurred to me, I realized, to refuse it.
girl brother boys
There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.
born century cheated
I'd been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.
dream strange nightmare
Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.
book perspective world
If you are a conscious human being who has opinions about the world, then you will unconsciously put your own perspective into the book.
monday book years
But these weren't the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around-they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don't recognize them for what they are until it's too late.
believe peculiar fairy-tale
We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.
mother one-day peculiar
So one day my mother sat me down and explained that I couldn’t become an explorer because everything in the world had already been discovered. I’d been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.