It makes me actually quite angry to think about people writing about torture with a sort of relish. Horrible.

People want to marry me for companionship. No thanks! I've got my cats for that!

I am neurotic, but I live with it. I think most people are, anyway.

I don't have any dark desires. And I think most people don't. A few have dark desires and don't sublimate them.

I don't exorcise anything with my writing. I'm sure people do, but I don't.

I am curious about people. I want to know their secrets... because I am the last person to whom I would tell a secret; people tell me their secrets.

Suspense is my thing. I think I am able to make people want to keep turning pages. They want to know what happens.

People tell me the most extraordinary things. I've noticed it for years. Perhaps they know I won't be shocked. Or judgmental.

People are still being put into geriatric wards when they don't need it. They need treatment, not just being put into bed and fed.