It’s Called Mind Over Matter.

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.

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.

I Think It Would Be A Shame For Any Writer To Let Their Publishers In Any Way Corral Them Into A Single Genre.

The Great Thing About A Short Story Is That It Doesn't Have To Trawl Through Someone's Whole Life; It Can Come In Glancingly From The Side.

Every Parent Has Those Moments Where They Look At Their Child And Think, 'there's A Demon In Those Eyes And No One Can See It But Me!