Yes, there are parallels. The difference is that i just look at [my son] david and think that he's absolutely perfect, whereas you look at the finished book and you think, 'oh, damn it, i should have changed that.' you're never happy. Whereas with a baby, you're happy. If you've got a perfect baby, you're just grateful.
Years ago someone wrote [about me]: 'she characterizes molly weasley as a mother who is only at home looking after the children.' i was deeply offended, because i until a year before that had also been such a mother who was at home all the time taking care of her child [...] what has lesser status and is more difficult than raising a child? And what is more important?
Part of what makes a language 'alive' is its constant evolution. I would hate to think britain would ever emulate france, where they actually have a learned faculty whose job it is to attempt to prevent the incursion of foreign words into the language. I love editing harry with arthur levine, my american editor-the differences between 'british english' (of which there must be at least 200 versions) and 'american english' (ditto!) are a source of constant interest and amusement to me.
I would be a liar if i said i don't care [about my appearance]; yes, i care. I found it very difficult, when i first became well known, to read criticism about how i look, how messy my hair was, and how generally unkempt i look. The nastiest thing ever written was written by a man, and i do remember that. I wasn't looking for it either, it was just simply in the newspaper i was reading.
No matter how you care to define it, i do not identify with the local group. planet, species, race, nation, state, religion, party, union, club, association, neighborhood improvement committee; i have no interest in any of it. i love and treasure individuals as i meet them, i loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.