The Way To My Heart Is Through

Goodbye, Room." I Wave Up At Skylight. "say Goodbye," I Tell Ma. "goodbye, Room." Ma Says It But On Mute. I Look Back One More Time. It's Like A Crater, A Hole Where Something Happened. Then We Go Out The Door.

Change For Your Own Sake, If You Must, Not For What You Imagine Another Will Ask Of You.

I Was Highly Aware, In Writing [the Book] Room, That There Are Unsavoury Aspects To Our Interest In Such Cases, And I Thought It Was Rather Honester To Include Discussion Of Media Representation In The Novel Itself Than To Cling To The High Moral Ground By Merely Avoiding Scenes Of Voyeurism, For Instance.

Before I Had Kids, I Thought You Should Never Lie To A Kid. But Now I've Had Them, I Realize You Almost Lie To Them By Definition, Because If You're Trying To Summarize Something For Your 1-year-old, You Put It In Very Simple Terms. You Only Gradually Complicate The Explanation As They Get Older.

In The World I Notice Persons Are Nearly Always Stressed And Have No Time...i Don't Know How Persons With Jobs Do The Jobs And All The Living As Well...i Guess The Time Gets Spread Very Thin Like Butter All Over The World, The Roads And Houses And Playgrounds And Stores, So There's Only A Little Smear Of Time On Each Place, Then Everyone Has To Hurry On To The Next Bit.