I often feel like a dinosaur. I don't get the technology thing at all. I was on the Internet not long ago for Barnes and Noble, and people were ringing up from all over the world - Australia, Canada, France. I experienced it as an informal chat, which was pleasant, but I couldn't quite take it in. It had a strong element of unreality. I can't be bothered to switch to a computer at my age, though I might get along with e-mail, which sounds appealing.

All I do is give interviews and spend time being photographed.

All my friends' mothers were appalling women.

Loneliness, she thought, was craving for other people's company. But she did not know that loneliness can be an unnoticed cramping of the spirit for lack of companionship.

We are all creatures of the stars.

There is no doubt fiction makes a better job of the truth.

Hitler admired Stalin, quite properly seeing himself as a mere infant in crime compared to his great exemplar.