[margaret Thatcher] Admitted To Being The Daughter

I Am Usually Protective Of My Work, Not Showing It To Anyone Until It Has Been Redrafted And Polished.

I Dislike Pastiche; It Attracts Attention To The Language Only.

Why Are We So Attached To The Severities Of The Past? Why Are We So Proud Of Having Endured Our Fathers And Our Mothers, The Fireless Days And The Meatless Days, The Cold Winters And The Sharp Tongues? It's Not As If We Had A Choice.

Over The City Lies The Sweet, Rotting Odor Of Yesterday's Unrecollected Sins.

Much Historical Fiction That Centers On Real People Has Always Been Deficient In Information, Lacking In Craft And Empty In Affect.