I Like Writing For Children. It Seems

Ten Thousand Pounds Is The Legal Value Of A Negligently Taken Life, Of A Child Or A Parent. A Cold And Somewhat Mean-spirited Calculation: You Would Do Better If You Slipped On A Paving-stone And Broke A Front Tooth.

But I Don't Write About Sex For Today's Teenagers. Or Doc Martens Boots Either. I'm More Interested In Exploring How Exactly The World Is Run, Which Doesn't Really Change That Much From One Generation To Another.

All Writers Are Thieves; Theft Is A Necessary Tool Of The Trade.

There Are Many Times When I Think I Would Have Rather Died With My Husband. It Would Have Been Pleasanter, Simpler. But It Would Have Been Worse For The Children And The Family In General.

I Would Hate To Live In The Country, Unless I Was Living On A Farm.