People's Lives Are In The Care Of

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.

If You Are Going To Make Companies, Corporations, Actually Responsible For The Safety Of Other People's Lives, Then If They Fail In Their Duty, The Only Thing To Prevent Them Failing In Their Duty Is The Fear That They Would Be Put Behind Bars.

The Kind Of Response I Hope For When I Write My Novels For Children: To Give Them A Chance To Recognize Something Of Their Own Feelings -- About Themselves, Their Parents, Their Friends -- And Their Own Situation As A Kind Of Subject Race, Always At The Mercy Of The Adults Who Mostly Run Their Lives For Them.

I Am Not A Victim. I Am An Angry Survivor.

I Was Cleaning Out The Pigsty At A Farm In Wales, Where My Mother Had Rented A Room, When The Results Of My Final School Exam Were Handed To Me By The Postman, Along With The News That I Had A State Scholarship To Oxford. I Had Waited For This Letter For So Many Weeks That I Had Abandoned Hope, Deciding That I Had Failed Ignominiously.