I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.

Any parent knows how to be the ideal parent.

People don't always want to be with people. It gets tiring.

Goodbye, Room." I wave up at Skylight. "Say goodbye," I tell Ma. "Goodbye, Room." Ma says it but on mute. I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door.

For all the books in his possession, he still failed to read the stories written plain as day in the faces of the people around him.

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

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