Goodbye, Room." I Wave Up At Skylight.

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.

Identity Politics Are Wearisome; You Don't Want To Go On Speaking For Any One Group As A Writer.

I've Certainly Seen Stats That If You Have A Woman Director Or A Woman Screenwriter, The Number Of Female Characters Goes Way Up.

It's All Real In Outside, Everything There Is, Because I Saw An Airplane In The Blue Between The Clouds. Ma And Me Can't Go There Because We Don't Know The Secret Code, But It's Real All The Same. Before I Didn't Know To Be Mad That We Can't Open Door, My Head Was Too Small To Have Outside In It.