At most, I may write when I am disturbed by something. I have recently discovered the pleasure of finding written answers to written questions.

There was something unbearable in the things, in the people, in the buildings, in the streets that, only if you reinvented it all, as in a game, became acceptable. The essential, however, was to know how to play, and she and I, only she and I, knew how to do it.

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

Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.

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.

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

As a girl - twelve, thirteen years old - I was absolutely certain that a good book had to have a man as its hero, and that depressed me.