My Mother Was An Incredibly Loving Mother.

I Think That We Really Fool Ourselves About Our Ability To Be Safe And Secure Nowadays.

The Truth About Your Own Life Is Not Always Easy To Accept, And Sometimes Hasn't Even Occurred To You.

One Of The Interesting Things I Discovered, Talking About Your Grandmother, Is I Did A Search Of My Uses Of The Word "elderly" In My Copy Over The Years, And You Will Not Be Surprised To Hear That The Older I Got The Less Often I Used The Word Elderly In Print.

I Think Books In Which People Are Really Happy And Things Are Going Well Are Probably The Most Challenging Novels There Are To Write, And There Are Very Few Of Them.

Life Is So Messy That The Temptation To Straighten It Up Is Very Strong. And The Results Always Illusory.