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

So many people suffer from abuse, and suffer alone.

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.

When I came off the boat I was very proud of the thick calluses which had developed on my feet. But now, I am struggling to get into my favourite high heels which is a shame, as I have so many.

Being a psychologist did enable me to maintain objectivity.

There is a probably natural and learned reticence with myself talking about my early life.

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