I Think Probably I'm Quite Sentimental; I

I Worry Sometimes That I'm A Bit Moralistic; Always Writing About Men Who Are Learning To Grow Up, Not Be So Self-absorbed, Selfish Or Badly Behaved. I Wonder If That's Dull And Liberal And Wimpy? I Should Probably Write Something That Celebrates Wickedness.

And You Stupid, Stupid Woman, Stupid For Caring, Stupid For Thinking That He Cared.

Fear And Anxiety Are Great Motivators For Me.

There's No Shortage Of Orphans In 19th-century Literature, But It's Hard To Find A Single Happy, Communicative, Functional Parental Relationship In The Whole Of 'great Expectations,' Even Among The Minor Characters.

I'm Not The Consolation Prize, Dex. I'm Not Something You Resort To. I Happen To Think I'm Worth More Than That.