A Drinker Does Not Exist.

The Writing Day Can Be, In Some Ways, Too Short, But It's Actually A Long Series Of Hours, For Months At A Time, And There Is A Stillness There.

When I'm Working, I'm Not So Much Disciplined As Obsessive. I Have This Feeling That I Need To Clear Everything Away And Get This Down.

There Is Something Wonderful About A Death, How Everything Shuts Down, And All The Ways You Thought You Were Vital Are Not Even Vaguely Important. Your Husband Can Feed The Kids, He Can Work The New Oven, He Can Find The Sausages In The Fridge, After All. And His Important Meeting Was Not Important, Not In The Slightest.

We Do Not Always Like The People We Love- We Do Not Always Have That Choice.

For 10 Or 11 Years, I Had My Kids, I Wrote Four Or Five Books, And I Was Working All The Damn Time.