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

Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.

I have always paid careful attention to social and economic conflicts, to the dialectic - if we can call it that - between high and low. Maybe it's because I was not born or brought up in affluence.

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.

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

In order not to cut out a large part of one's private life, the creative work should not swallow up every other form of self-expression. But that is the most complicated thing.

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