The last sentence in a piece is another adventure. It should open the piece up.

You have to make sure you have the characters you want. That's really the most complicated part.

I have not been the witness I wanted to be.

There is always a point in the writing of a piece when I sit in a room literally papered with false starts and cannot put one word after another and imagine that I have suffered a small stroke, leaving me apparently undamaged but actually aphasic.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

I did consider marriage and motherhood extreme and doomed commitments. Not out of any experience of them as such, but it was simply the way I looked at things.

I was relying on a kind of natural transition - the transitions made by someone who is slightly deranged.