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

I'm a huge planner, more and more so as the years go by.

I guess the feminism in "Room" springs to mind most.

A memoir is always the most authentic telling of a situation, but a novel gets to different places.

This is a bad story.” “Sorry. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.” “No, you should,” I say. “But—” “I don’t want there to be bad stories and me not know them.

I tend to be so lost in the work that I don't notice the weather. My partner will come home and say, 'Beautiful day, wasn't it?' and I'll say, 'Was it?' as I won't have noticed the real world at all.

Ma's still nodding. "You're the one who matters, though. Just you." I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me.