When My Sister Joan Arrived, I Asked

All I Ever Wanted To Do Is To Write Stories That People Will Enjoy And Feel At Home With.

I Think I'm Brave Because I've Made Decisions Based - I Hope Not Entirely Selfishly - On What I Think Is Right For Me To Do Next.

We Are All The Heroes And Heroines Of Our Own Lives. Our Love Stories Are Amazingly Romantic; Our Losses And Betrayals And Disappointments Are Gigantic In Our Own Minds.

My Memory Of My Home Was That It Was Very Happy, And That There Was More Fun And Life There Than There Was Anywhere Else.

I Have No Idea Whether What I Write Will Be Of The Remotest Interest To Anyone Else. Some Mornings When I Read What I Wrote The Previous Day I Think It's Fairly Entertaining; Other Times I Think It's Pure Rubbish. The Main Thing Is Not To Take Any Notice, Not To Be Elated Or Upset, Just Keep Going.