I grew up in the suburbs of Sydney, an arid kind of place, but every day I took the ferry across the harbour to get to school. I'd watch the ships coming in and going out.

Being in one's 50s is a powerful time.

There was a special challenge in describing the awful childhood of a person who happens to be my own husband. It was very painful at times, for both of us.

Perfect objectivity is always impossible, no matter who writes a person's biography.

I loved my life, but my choices were overloading and overwhelming me. Listening to inner feelings and fulfilling some of these urges when they come along is incredibly important.

After all my probing into the human brain, I should still be aware of mysteries and come up with them myself.

Sexual dreams aren't usually about sex.