When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid, but now I'm five I know everything

Writers should be applauded for their ability to make things up.

You know who you belong to Jack? - Yeah. Yourself. - He's wrong, actually, I belong to Ma. p. 261 Room by E Donoghue

We used to call it her Cinderella complex, because often when she had agreed to go out in the evening she would be seized by panic and announce that she had nothing to wear.

The Collector [John Fowles book] does such a good job of capturing the mindset of a capturer, and also that's become a banal trope of every second crime novel: the weirdo, fetishistic watcher/stalker/kidnapper/kidnapper of women or children.

I hate desks; they make me feel like a child doing homework.

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