She leaped into space, high, higher than she'd ever been in her life. She came down with a clean snap, and the crowd scattered like birds from the swing of her feet.

Writing stories is my way of scratching that itch: my escape from the claustrophobia of individuality. It lets me, at least for a while, live more than one life, walk more than one path. Reading, of course, can do the same.

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.

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

For all that being a parent is normal statistically, it's not normal psychologically. It produces some of the most extreme emotions you'll ever have...

When people write to me with stories, they are never ones that work for me. There's something mysterious about which ones catch you.

Every parent has those moments where they look at their child and think, 'There's a demon in those eyes and no one can see it but me!