Fiction is the great repository of the moral sense. The wicked get punished.

Existentialism is about being a saint without God; being your own hero, without all the sanction and support of religion or society.

In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.

I was brought up among the sort of self-important women who had a husband as one has an alibi.

A complete woman is probably not a very admirable creature. She is manipulative, uses other people to get her own way, and works within whatever system she is in.

I am 46, and have been for some time past.

Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy.