I don't watch the cartoon planet this morning, I choose a bit of a gardening and a fitness and a news, and everything I see I say, Ma, is that real? and she says yeah, except one bit about a movie wit...
I chop the broccoli into pieces with ZigZag Knife, sometimes I swallow some when Ma's not looking and she says, Oh, no, where's that big bit gone? but she's not really mad because raw things make us e...
Hmm? No, it’s a photo of all these streets. The camera’s way up in space. Outer Space? Yeah. Cool. Officer Oh’s voice gets all excited. Three four nine Washington, shed in the rear, lit skylight . . ....
He [Ma's Tooth] was part of her a minute ago but now he's not. Just a thing.
Happiness as un-pin-downable as a louse: you feel the tickle of its passage but your fingers close on nothing.
Careful. Why do persons only say that after the hurt? Grandma
But no, I used all my brave up.
But for me, Room is a peculiar (and no doubt heretical) battle between Mary and the Devil for young Jesus. If God sounds absent from that triangle, that’s because I think that for a small child, God’s...
But I go back down near the water with Steppa to look for treasure. We find a white shell like a snail, but when I curl my finger inside, he's gone out. Keep it, say Steppa. But what about when he com...
Are stories true?...They're magic, they're not about real people walking around today.So they're fake?No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.
An obsession, a mania, Lib supposed it could be called. A sickness of the mind. Hysteria, as that awful doctor had named it? Anna reminded Lib of a princess under a spell in a fairy tale. What could r...
All this reverential—I’m not a saint. Ma’s voice is getting loud again. I wish people would stop treating us like we’re the only ones who ever lived through something terrible. I’ve been finding stuff...
All the women I knew carried some kind of blade, though they were not all metal, or even visible. Whether something had happened to them, or whether they had only anticipated it, it kept them awake th...
A fast didn't go fast; it was the slowest thing there was. Fast meant a door shut fast, firmly. A fastness, a fortress. To fast was to hold fast to emptiness, to say no and no and no again.
Really, thought Lib, who ever died exultingly? Whatever fool penned that phrase had never sat by a bed with his ears pricked for the last rasp.) Aged
So they're fake?No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door.
When she pulled the ribbon out of her mattress, at first light the next morning, it was brown.
When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being pictures of real and Outside being totally real. Now I’m in Outside but it turns out lots o...
We spend most of our lives holding on to objects, he thought, and finally they fall from our cold dead hands and those who tidy up after us have the worry of what to do with all this stuff.
Want to go to Bed.They'll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while. No. Bed.You mean in Room? Ma's pulled back, she's staring in my eyes.Yeah. I've seen the world and I'm tired now.