I didn't choose anonymity.Instead, I chose absence.

Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell.

I believe that books, once they are written, have no need of their authors.

I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

Competition between women is good only if it does not prevail; that is to say if it coexists with affinity, affection, with a real sense of being mutually indispensable, with sudden peaks of solidarity in spite of envy, jealousy and the whole inevitable cohort of bad feelings.

Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.

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