It's painful to consider anything but writing.

Sometimes you must shed your skin to save it.

I think sometimes the way to preserve the magic of a book is to throw it away - meaning, not to cling to the way a book does its magic but to find a cinematic equivalent.

I must say, in the case of "Room," both the book and the film, I don't think being a lesbian author held me back at all.

I thought one way to try to hold on to the power was to write the script myself. That way, I could say to filmmakers, "I'm not asking you to hire me unseen. I'm just saying, 'Here's my script. Can we work together?'" So that worked out well.

The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute.

And as the years flowed by, some villagers told travelers of a beast and a beauty who lived in the castle and could be seen walking on the battlements, and others told of two beauties, and others, of two beasts.