The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose

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

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.

Writing for me is a dragnet that carries everything away with it: expressions and figures of speech, postures, feelings, thoughts, troubles. In short, the lives of others.

Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.

I had to discover very quickly that class origins cannot be erased, regardless of whether we climb up or down the sociocultural ladder.