Everyone's got a different story.

— Emma Donoghue

For all the books in his possession, he still failed to read the stories written plain as day in the faces of the people around him.

— Emma Donoghue

For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather.

— Emma Donoghue

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.

— Emma Donoghue

If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.

— Emma Donoghue

I may have had moments of regret in my life, but you know, they wouldn't add up to an hour.

— Emma Donoghue

In the days when wishing was having, I got what I wished, and then I wish I hadn't.

— Emma Donoghue

In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppe don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thing like butter over all 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.

— Emma Donoghue

In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppe don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter over all 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.Also, everywhere I'm looking at kids, adults mostly don't seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the things all over again so they can take a photo, but they don't want to actually play with them, they'd rather drink coffee talking to other adults. Sometimes there's a small kid crying and the Ma of it doesn't even hear.

— Emma Donoghue

In the yard of the inn, Daffy Cadwaladyr introduced himself. "Short for David," he said pleasantly. The Londoner looked as if she'd never heard a sillier name in her life.

— Emma Donoghue