Here Is One Of The Worst Things

I'm Boggled By The Idea Of Being An Only Child. I Know Nothing At All (i'm Happy To Say) About Having Had A Cold And Withholding Mother, About Being Divorced. The More I've Been Writing Novels, Each Novel I've Written Has Become Successively Less Grounded In Anything Approaching Autobiography.

I Hadn't Written A Love Story Before And I Hadn't Written A Novel With A Happy Ending Before.

It's An Odd Kind Of Feeling Because It Sort Of Reminds Me Of Being Five Again. When You're A Five-year-old, You Don't Pay Any Attention To What Anyone Thinks Of You. You Just Sort Of Are In Your Skin.

I Know A Lot And Have Written A Lot And Have Thought A Lot About Motherhood.

I Like To Say That My Mother Had A Very Ordinary Life. From The Outside It Didn't Look Like There Was Anything Particularly Special Or Wonderful About It, But When You Watch Somebody Hold On To That Life With Both Hands, It Makes You Think That Life Must Be Pretty Damn Good.