[E]verywhere I'm looking at kids, adults mostly don't seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again so they can take a photo, but they don't want to actually play with them, they'd rather drink coffee talking to other adults. Sometimes there's a small kid crying and the Ma of it doesn't even hear.

There's not a thing wrong with you, you're right the whole way through.

You know who you belong to Jack? - Yeah. Yourself. - He's wrong, actually, I belong to Ma. p. 261 Room by E Donoghue

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.

The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute.

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

I've certainly seen stats that if you have a woman director or a woman screenwriter, the number of female characters goes way up.