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

If you have written something that the film people want, like a book, it does give you a way in.

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

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.

Me and Ma have a deal, we're going to try everything one time so we know what we like.

Sometimes you must shed your skin to save it.