When I was a little girl, I didn't know what writing was, didn't know what a writer was. I knew that my father was a writer but I hardly understood what that meant, and somehow I didn't think a woman could be a writer.
I wanted to be a ballerina, like Anna Pavlova, not that I really knew who Anna Pavlova was or what it meant to be a ballerina, but the image was strong. The image stayed. And now I'm writing books about ballerinas. Who would've thought. All I wanted was to look like this, in satin ballet shoes and a fluffy tutu and long curly hair.