I was anticipating that some readers might misread [the book] ROOM itself as a hymn to homeschooling.

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

Change for your own sake, if you must, not for what you imagine another will ask of you.

This is a bad story.” “Sorry. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.” “No, you should,” I say. “But—” “I don’t want there to be bad stories and me not know them.

I am clumsy, a late and nervous driver, and despise all sports except a little gentle dancing or yoga.

Before I had kids, I thought you should never lie to a kid. But now I've had them, I realize you almost lie to them by definition, because if you're trying to summarize something for your 1-year-old, you put it in very simple terms. You only gradually complicate the explanation as they get older.

Maybe I’m a human, but I’m a me-and-Ma as well.