I Would Hate To Live In The

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.

Margaret Thatcher Was In My Year, And Our First-year College Photograph Shows Us Standing Side By Side In The Back Row. We Were Both Grammar School Girls On State Scholarships.

I Hope In My Books I Help Children To See Their Strengths, And Show Them I Have Some Idea Of What They May Occasionally Be Going Through. Especially At Tricky Moments When It Is Easier To Go Back And Evade Things Rather Than Go Forwards And Confront Them.

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.

I Met Richard Burton, An Raf Cadet On A Two-term Course. I Would Have Flirted More Enthusiastically If It Had Not Been For The Horrid Boils On The Back Of His Neck.