Become Such As You Are, Having Learned

I Think About Death A Lot, I Really Do, Because I Can't Believe I Won't Exist. It's The Ego Isn't It? I Feel That I Should Retreat Into A Better Form Of Zen Buddhism Than This Kind Of Ego-dominated Thing. But I Don't Know, I Mean, I Want To Come Back As A Tree But I Suspect That It's Just Not Going To Happen, Is It?

It's Been Said That The Men In My Books Have Been Absent, Or Weak, Or Creepy.

I Don't Have Goals When Writing Books, Apart From Getting To The End. I Have Rather Vague Ideas About How I Want Things To Feel, I'm Big On Ambience. I Have A Title, A Beginning And A Probable Ending And Go From There.

They Said Love Made You Strong, But In Louise's Opinion It Made You Weak. It Corkscrewed Into Your Heart And You Couldn't Get It Out Again, Not Without Ripping Your Heart To Pieces.

Sylvia Loved Secrets And Even If She Didn't Have Any Secrets She Made Sure That You Thought She Did. Amelia Had No Secrets, Amelia Knew Nothing. When She Grew Up She Planned To Know Everything And To Keep It All A Secret.