I guess the feminism in "Room" springs to mind most.

You cannot predict literary success; the only way you can possibly aim for it is to do your thing and do it well.

There's not a thing wrong with you, you're right the whole way through.

Stories are a different kind of true.

Everyone's got a different story.

The paradox of publicity is that even as we do it, we know it's killing off the chance of another reader happening across our book in the ideal state of innocence.

I'm really not one of these procrastinators who cleans the house in order to put off writing, but life gets in the way.