My mother learned that she was carrying me at about the same time the Second World War was declared; with the family talent for magic realism, she once told me she had been to the doctor's on the very day.

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been

Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you.

A day without an argument is like an egg without salt.

Vengeful as nature herself, she loves her children only in order to devour them better and if she herself rips her own veils of self-deceit, Mother perceives in herself untold abysses of cruelty as subtle as it is refined.

A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar