I like poking my nose into other people's lives.
I think some people wished I'd kept myself out of the book. But I kind of insist on it because I want the reader to share my engagement with the material, if you like, not pretend that I'm doing it completely intellectually.
People demand a lot of the justice system and they demand things that it can't deliver.
Writers seem to me to be people who need to retire from social life and do a lot of thinking about what's happened - almost to calm themselves.
Ideas came swarming through her, and like many people who labour in the obsession of solitude, she lacked the detachment to challenge them.
It's a terrific privilege to be able to see into somebody else's life.
Well, I'm at some kind of crossroads in my life and I don't know which way to take. It's not about money, I mean, because I'm established enough now as a writer to get a reasonable advance if I wanted to do fiction.
The only thing that I was equipped for with my very mediocre college Arts degree was to get a job in teaching.
We were in a great, seething moment in the 1970s. There was a new Labour government and everything seemed full of hope... But, as we got older and we saw how much women's behaviour contributed to what was wrong, we stopped being able to see ourselves purely as.
The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.
At the time it seemed like a natural development of my interest in what was going on around me in society.
It's disturbing at my age to look at a young woman's destructive behaviour and hear the echoes of it, of one's own destructiveness in youth.
But I can't bear it when somebody who some man made a pass at - to call that violence seems to me absurd and insulting to women who've really met violence, who've been raped or bashed.
In my profession I have learned that women can bear more pain than men.
Our minds are not hopeful, thought Janet; but our nerves are made of optimistic stuff.