I Am Not A Victim. I Am

I Was Cleaning Out The Pigsty At A Farm In Wales, Where My Mother Had Rented A Room, When The Results Of My Final School Exam Were Handed To Me By The Postman, Along With The News That I Had A State Scholarship To Oxford. I Had Waited For This Letter For So Many Weeks That I Had Abandoned Hope, Deciding That I Had Failed Ignominiously.

All Writers Are Liars. They Twist Events To Suit Themselves. They Make Use Of Their Own Tragedies To Make A Better Story... They Are Terrible People.

A Writer's Work May Be A Coded Autobiography, But Only A Very Close Friend Could Decipher It.

Life Isn't So Complicated For Children. They Have More Time To Think About The Really Important Things. That's Why I Occasionally Moralise In My Children's Books In A Way I Wouldn't Dare When Writing For Adults.

I Am Not A Victim. I Am An Angry Survivor.