Even if they knew the truth of their own feelings, most mothers would be socially and emotionally incapable of revealing it.

Reality might be described as the eternal equipoise of positive and negative.

The reaction to 'Aftermath' has been far worse than to 'A Life's Work,' yet I find I'm perhaps a little less touched by it. In both cases, I've coped artistically by believing the criticisms weren't right. They upset me, but they didn't challenge my understanding of how to write, nor of how morality functions in literature.

It's a pretty brutal process, having a baby.

I'm waiting for the day when my children cease to find my domestic propriety reassuring and actually find it annoying.

A feminist man is a bit like a vegetarian: it's the humanitarian principle he's defending, I suppose.

I am a good and interested mother - which has surprised me.