It’s rather fun writing a female spy, because she has so much more kit. Bond never carried a hair dryer or a makeup bag. And he certainly didn’t wear an uplift bra.
I am brave, though I am alone.
Exes should never, never go out with or marry other people but should remain celibate to the end of their days in order to provide you with a mental fallback position.
I will not Drink more than fourteen alcohol units a week.
There are so many images pushed at women and so many ideas of what you’re supposed to be. I think there’s too much of this superwoman, this woman with a bottom like two billiard balls. There’s no real celebration of just being a person.
The whole point of diaries is that other people find them and read what you’ve put. I did once take to writing my inner thoughts on the computer at the end of other things I was writing and ended up faxing four pages of hideous stuff to my accountant so I don’t do that now.
If we can’t have comedy books written about aspects of womanhood without going into a panic attack about it, then we haven’t got very far at being equal.
I was writing an earnest novel about cruises in the Caribbean and I just started writing ‘Bridget Jones’ to get some money, to finance this earnest work, and then I chucked it out.
No one is thinking about you. They’re thinking about themselves, just like you.
I come from Yorkshire in England where we like to eat chip sandwiches – white bread, butter, tomato ketchup and big fat french fries cooked in beef dripping.
You see, things being good has nothing to do with how you feel outside, it is all to do with how you are inside.
I made my excuses and left, thinking, really, after a certain age, people are just going to do what they’re going to do and you’re either going to accept them as they are or you’re not.
Valentine’s Day purely commercial, cynical enterprise, anyway. Matter of supreme indifference to me.
My books have all generated controversy.
I think that when you’re writing fiction what you’re doing is reflecting life as you see it, and putting down how you think and how other people think, and the sort of confusions that you don’t normally like to admit to.
Resolution number one: Obviously will lose twenty pounds. Number two: Always put last night’s panties in the laundry basket. Equally important, will find sensible boyfriend to go out with and not continue to form romantic attachments to any of the following: alcoholics, workaholics, commitment phobic’s, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits or perverts. And especially will not fantasize about a particular person who embodies all these things.
I looked at him nonplussed. I realized that I have spent so many years being on a diet that the idea that you might actually need calories to survive has been completely wiped out of my consciousness. Have reached point where believe nutritional ideal is to eat nothing at all, and that the only reason people eat is because they are so greedy they cannot stop themselves from breaking out and ruining their diets.
Maybe will go to yoga and become more flexible. Or maybe will go out with friends and get plastered.
She’s a jellyfisher: You have a conversation with her that seems all nice and friendly, then you suddenly feel like you’ve been stung and you don’t know where it came from.
Is the whole world doomed to emotional trauma?