I don't have any special passion for politics, it being a never-ending merry-go-round of bosses big and small, all generally mediocre. I actually find it boring.

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

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

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

We lie in order to tolerate our existence and, most of all, we lie to ourselves.

Climbing the economic ladder has been very hard for me; I still feel a great deal of guilt towards those I left behind.

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.