People move around so much in the world, things get lost.
People move around so much in the world, things get lost.
Stories are a different kind of true.
The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute.
Vitamins are medicine for not getting sick and going back to Heaven yet.
When I tell her what I'm thinking and she tells me what she's thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other's head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.
When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid, but now I'm five I know everything
World is suddener than we fancy it.
You know who you belong to Jack? - Yeah. Yourself. - He's wrong, actually, I belong to Ma. p. 261 Room by E Donoghue
Everybody's damaged by something.
Everyone's got a different story.
I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.
If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.
In Room me and Ma had time for everything. 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....
Maybe I'm a human, but I'm a me-and-Ma as well.
Me and Ma have a deal, we're going to try everything one time so we know what we like.
People don't always want to be with people. It gets tiring.
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