Maybe I’m a human, but I’m a me-and-Ma as well.

I am clumsy, a late and nervous driver, and despise all sports except a little gentle dancing or yoga.

I must say, in the case of "Room," both the book and the film, I don't think being a lesbian author held me back at all.

When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.

I'm very keen. Adaptations of other people's work, too. I got fascinated by the adaptation process, so I think that'd be a really interesting task. I would happily write original screenplays as well. I think it's become one of my favorite genres.

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 think about Old Nick carrying me into the truck, I'm dizzy like I'm going to fall down. "Scared is what you're feeling," says Ma, "but brave is what you're doing." "Huh?" "Scaredybrave." "Scave." Word sandwiches always make her laugh but I wasn't being funny.