I would say I have sort of a natural gift for character, and following one person's point of view at a time, and dialogue, but I'm not naturally good at strong plot.

Emma Donoghue

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In the publishing world, most editors are probably women. So I don't see the publishing world as a male-dominated one, especially within fiction.

males editors world

I got in the habit of giving away a book as soon as I've finished it because I lived in a housing co-op at Cambridge and had no space to keep books.

space giving book

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.

doors goodbye looks

The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute.

brightness next world

I guess the feminism in "Room" springs to mind most. by Emma Donoghue

I guess the feminism in "Room" springs to mind most.

feminism mind spring

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where somet... by Emma Donoghue

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.

more-time holes looks

People are locked up in all sorts of ways. by Emma Donoghue

People are locked up in all sorts of ways.

locked-up people way

A memoir is always the most authentic telling of a situation, but... by Emma Donoghue

A memoir is always the most authentic telling of a situation, but a novel gets to different places.

situation novel different

You know who you belong to Jack? - Yeah. Yourself. - He's wrong, actually, I belong to Ma. p. 261 Room by E Donoghue

yeah knows rooms

Everyone's got a different story. by Emma Donoghue

Everyone's got a different story.

different stories

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.

jumping blue thinking

I think about Old Nick carrying me into the truck, I'm dizzy like I'm going to fall down. "Scared is what you're feeling," says Ma, "but brave is what you're doing." "Huh?" "Scaredybrave." "Scave." Word sandwiches always make her laugh but I wasn't being funny.

laughing fall thinking

Me and Ma have a deal, we're going to try everything one time so... by Emma Donoghue

Me and Ma have a deal, we're going to try everything one time so we know what we like.

one-time deals trying

Feminism is still one of those taboo words, so hardly anybody talks about it. People usually go gender-neutral and say the book and film [Room] are about "the triumph of the human spirit.

feminism book people

We're standing on the deck that's all wooden like the deck of a ship. There's fuzz on it, little bundles. Grandma says it's some kind of pollen from a tree. "Which one?" I'm staring up at all the differents. "Can't help you there, I'm afraid." In Room we knowed what everything was called but in the world there's so much, persons don't even know the names.

grandma names tree

It's all real in Outside, everything there is, because I saw an airplane in the blue between the clouds. Ma and me can't go there because we don't know the secret code, but it's real all the same. Before I didn't know to be mad that we can't open Door, my head was too small to have Outside in it.

airplane real clouds

I hate desks; they make me feel like a child doing homework. by Emma Donoghue

I hate desks; they make me feel like a child doing homework.

homework hate children

I actually tried to think of the story [Room] in gender-neutral terms at first and said to myself, "OK, would this work if it were a man?" Well no, you can't make a man pregnant, so it's got to be a woman.

stories men thinking

I think it would be a shame for any writer to let their publishers in any way corral them into a single genre.

would-be way thinking

Sometimes you must shed your skin to save it. by Emma Donoghue

Sometimes you must shed your skin to save it.

shed skins sometimes