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.

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

I actually tried to think of the story [Room] in gender-neutral terms at first and said to myself, "OK, would this work if it were a man?" Well no, you can't make a man pregnant, so it's got to be a woman.

The paradox of publicity is that even as we do it, we know it's killing off the chance of another reader happening across our book in the ideal state of innocence.

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

Any parent knows how to be the ideal parent.

Sometimes when persons say definitely it sounds actually less true.