Sometimes I rant, in a comical way, about how the gods give with one hand and take with the other.

Adrian Mole's father was so angry that so many pepole got divorced nowadays. HE had been unhappilly married for 30 years, why should everybody else get away?

She liked people. Me, I can take them or leave them, but mostly leave them.

I never imagined when I began writing in the early 1960s I'd become professional and my life would be transformed.

I've always loved books. I'm passionate about them. I think books are sexy. They are smooth and solid and contain delightful surprises. They smell good. They fit into a handbag and can be carried around and opened at will. They don't change. They are what they are and nothing else. One day I want to own a lot of books and have them nbear to me in my house, so that I can stroll to my bookshelves and choose what I fancy. I want a harem. I shall keep my favourites by my bed.

It's no surprise to me that intellectuals commit suicide, go mad or die from drink. We feel things more than other people. We know the world is rotten and that chins are ruined by spots.

I think we take it for granted that if you are with your husband after 30 years, then he is the love of your life.