I Wrote The Novel [room],

...sentences Swallowed And Sung Back And Swallowed All Over Again. She Was Made Entirely Out Of Words.

I Must Say, In The Case Of "room," Both The Book And The Film, I Don't Think Being A Lesbian Author Held Me Back At All.

It's Painful To Consider Anything But Writing.

At The Door, There Was One Of Those Moment When Two People Realize That They Like Each Other More Than They Know Each Other. This Is Nicer Than The Opposite Situation, But More Awkward. You Try To Remember The Protocol For Touching. You Hate To Gush, Or Presume To Much, Yet You Are Unwilling To Let The Moment Pass Without Without Some Gesture

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.