Cats, I Always Think, Only

I Write Anywhere - When I Have An Idea It’s Hard Not To Write. I Used To Be Kind Of Precious About Where I Wrote. Everything Had To Be Quiet And I Couldn’t Be Disturbed, It Really Filled My Day.

I Think Young Children In The Western Middle Classes Are Objects Of Incredible Anxiety.

I Do Not Think We Remember Our Family In Any Real Sense. We Live In Them Instead

And, In Fact, This Is The Tale That I Would Love To Write: History Is Such A Romantic Place, With Its Jarveys And Urchins And Side-buttoned Boots. If It Would Just Stay Still, I Think, And Settle Down. If It Would Just Stop Sliding Around In My Head.

Belief Needs Something Terrible To Make It Work, I Find--blood, Nails, A Bit Of Anguish.