I always say three things make a writer: inspiration, obviously perspiration, doing the work. But the third is desperation. I’m not really fit for anything else, or to have a real job. That fear drives me. The pressure has always been self inflicted. less than 1 minute read
Being a parent is not for the faint of heart. I may joke about knowing fear, but the fact is, the first time I ever knew real fear was the day Charlotte, my first child, was born. Suddenly there is someone in the world you care about more than anything. less than 1 minute read
Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control. less than 1 minute read
I’m not sure I make old bones in parliament. It’s an amazing experience to have had but I can’t see myself being Mother of the House. less than 1 minute read
I had a constant fear, a constant little doubt in my mind: ‘OK, I’m getting ready to do my standing back full on beam and I might re-tear my ACL.’ less than 1 minute read
My fear now is of cliche, of complacency, of not being able to feel authenticity in myself and those around me. less than 1 minute read
In morals what begins in fear usually ends in wickedness in religion what begins in fear usually ends in fanaticism. Fear, either as a principle or a motive, is the beginning of all evil. less than 1 minute read
