I gave myself to my children. It happens to some women.

Somewhere inside we do know everything about ourselves. There is no real forgetting. Perhaps we know somewhere, too, about all there is to come.

Jane Austen we know never let two men converse alone in any novel because what they said would be unknown to her.

I gave myself to my children. It happens to some women.

English country life is more like Chekhov than The Archers or Thomas Hardy or even the Updike ethic with which it is sometimes compared.

I think the most dangerous influence for a young writer is to be treated with cynicism or discouragement.

I just knew I would be a writer. It just seemed the only sensible thing to do.