When I tell her what Iโm thinking and she tells me what sheโs thinking, our each ideas jumping into the otherโs head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.
Emma DonoghueWriting 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.
Emma DonoghueWe're standing on the deck that's all wooden like the deck of a ship. There's fuzz on it, little bundles. Grandma says it's some kind of pollen from a tree. "Which one?" I'm staring up at all the differents. "Can't help you there, I'm afraid." In Room we knowed what everything was called but in the world there's so much, persons don't even know the names.
Emma Donoghue