As I have mentioned in this column before, I’ve commandeered one of the spare bedrooms in my parents’ house as my writing room.

How is it possible that this novel was written in 1985, and yet so little has changed in 15 years, asks Louise O’Neill.

There has always been a certainty with Áine that no matter what happened we would always be connected, says Louise O’Neill.

Being a trophy wife is not real power. Real power is never dependent on someone else’s mood and/or generosity, says Louise O’Neill.

You might not like the idea of abortion. You might never like it. No one is ever going to force you to terminate your pregnancy.

I have heard people express bitterness towards those who have taken their own lives, I have heard others ask sufferers ‘why’ they’re depressed considering how privileged they have been in other aspects of their lives, writes Louise O’Neill

I don’t have any issues with my age. This shouldn’t seem like an extraordinary statement but sometimes it feels as if getting older, particularly for women, is a fate worse than death and must be warded off at all costs whether that’s through the ritualistic sacrifice of young virgins or a self-portrait putrefying in the attic. You do you, babe.

I spent this morning listing the reasons why I became a writer, says Louise O’Neill.

Winners never quit, I would tell myself, and quitters never win, writes Louise O’Neill.

On a recent Saturday night, I spent an hour lecturing some poor man about gender politics — it wasn’t my fault!