As long as you persecute people, you will actually throw up terrorism.

People in my books tend to get their just deserts, even if not at the hands of the police.

I am re-reading Henry James as a change from history. I began with Daisy Miller, and I’ve just finished Washington Square. What a brilliant, painful book.

I hate the only one of my book jackets when I was made up professionally, my hair made into a smooth bell.

As long as you persecute people, you will actually throw up terrorism.

I’m glad I was never an heiress.

I think there has been a great deal of valuable revisionism in women’s history.

We are privileged. There are poor people out there. We must to do something to make them privileged.

It can be a long gap between the emergence of fully researched historical biographies.

I don’t like it, but this afternoon I’ve told myself I am going to go and get a dress.

Normally I make myself swim, do exercises. For zest I like going to the cinema.

I think there’s a tremendous split between people who’ve been through a war and people who haven’t.

That is my major concern: writers who are in prison for writing.

Lives in previous centuries for women are largely a matter of class. It would have been fun to have been a rich, privileged woman in the 18th century, but no fun at all to be her maid.

I can’t read historical fiction because I find the real thing so much more interesting.

Mary Queen of Scots was my first love, and that is always something special.

The concentration in my book on Marie Antoinette’s childhood and on her family influences. It is surprising how some books actually start with her arrival in France!

I think crime writing is my link with trying to preserve a sort of order.

I’m very interested in good and evil and the moral natures of people.

My mother was a politician in my formative years.

If I write that it was a cold day, you can be sure I know it was a cold day because Pepys told us.

King Charles II liked women’s company and well as making love to them.

I think mine is the fullest and most plausible account of what went on in Marie Antoinette’s life.

I realize that I had always in my heart of hearts planned to write a biography of Marie Antoinette.

Ninety-seven is my lucky number.

My mother, who was quite sharp when I was young, became utterly mild.

The clue to book jacket photography is to look friendly and approachable, but not too glamorous.

After Mary Queen of Scots, I turned to the farthest subject possible: Cromwell.

I have no plans for a future Jemima Shore mystery, but would write one tomorrow if a good idea came to me.

My advantage as a woman and a human being has been in having a mother who believed strongly in women’s education. She was an early undergraduate at Oxford, and her own mother was a doctor.