It's the people who love us or hate us - or both - who hold together the thousands of fragments we are made of.

I no longer protect myself from the world I grew up in. Rather, today I try to protect the feelings I have for that world, the emotional space where my desire to write first took hold, and still grows.

Women, in all fields - whether mothers or not - still encounter an extraordinary number of obstacles. They have to hold too many things together and often sacrifice their aspirations in the name of affections.

The rules say that to tell a story you need first of all a measuring stick, a calendar, you have to calculate how much time has passed between you and the facts, the emotions to be narrated.

My work stops at publication. If the books don't contain in themselves their reasons for being - questions and answers - it means I was wrong to have them published.

It's the people who love us or hate us - or both - who hold together the thousands of fragments we are made of.

I think our sexuality is all yet to be recounted and that the rich male literary tradition constitutes a huge obstacle.