What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.

She hated being a nobody and like all children, adopted or not, I have had to live out some of her unlived life. We do that for our parents - we don't really have any choice.

There are voices and they must be heard.

I don't read reviews because by then it's too late - whatever anyone says, the book won't change. It is written.

My mother has often been labelled as strange but that's because she says things that people can't possibly believe. Mostly she's right.

What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?

It's not a word people use very often, which confuses me, because there are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it. By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's.