It isn't that there's no right and wrong here. There's no right.

I always knew who I was and where I had come from. I was not looking for a home in other people's lands.

A cat only has itself.

The biography of a writer - or even the autobiography - will always have this incompleteness.

Whatever extra there is in me at any given moment isn't fully formed. I am hardly aware of it; it awaits the next book. It will - with luck - come to me during the actual writing, and it will take me by surprise

I read a piece of writing and within a paragraph or two I know whether it is by a woman or not.

I have always moved by intuition alone. I have no system, literary or political. I have no guiding political idea.