Why would I want to read something about somebody that's just a really nice, decent person who overcomes terrible trials? That's not how life is to me.

The older a woman gets, the more invisible you become.

In my writing I wanted to be liked for writing really unlikeable stuff. There were books that people, particularly women, hated so much. They said, "I threw it against the wall!" Which, in my opinion, was a compliment. Because it's very hard to get somebody to throw something.

Most of my life is just spent lying in bed. I mean, it's enough pressure to write the words. Do I need to use the additional energy exerted by sitting up?

I think powerful women don't care whether or not they're liked.

I think the sixties must have been quite a lot of fun.

As a writer, I don't think it's my responsibility to make a point. I just write and hope there's someone who'll like it.