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
honestly
Fifty-percent of the director's job honestly is casting the movie well.
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.
dream home escaping
I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.
looks sometimes
Sometimes it's better not to look back.
heart my-heart ifs
If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?
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.
wonder now-and-then divulge
Maybe it was better, now and then, to wonder.
growing-up kids florida
I have an unusual hobby: I collect pictures of people I don't know. It started when I was a kid growing up in South Florida, the land of junk stores, garage sales, and flea markets, as a kind of coping mechanism.
form myth
Some truths are expressed best in the form of myth.
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.
forever would-be half
I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen. The first of these came as a terrible shock and, like anything that changes you forever, split my life into halves: Before and After.