If I were not a child with my parents, they would be more unloving toward me.

Real life seems to have no plots.

You should not want to know the things in people's minds. If you were meant to hear them, they would be said.

People's weaker side is not necessarily their truer self.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.

Well, of course, people are only human... But it really does not seem much for them to be.

The plot is not very important to me, though a novel must have one, of course. It's just a line to hang the washing on.