Some people speak and sing and walk and sit and sleep and silence their homesickness, for a long time, and to no avail. Some say that over time homesickness loses its specific content, that it starts to smolder and only then becomes all-consuming, because it’s no longer focused on a concrete home. I am one of the people who say that.

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.

In this county, we had to walk, eat, sleep and love in fear.

If you live with death threats, you need friends. So you have to risk that they might spy on you.

I have always written only for myself - to clarify things, to clarify things with myself, to understand in an inner way what is actually happening.

Women always need other women to lean on. They become friends in order to hate each other better. The more they hate each other, the more inseparable they become.

If only the right person would have to leave, everyone else would be able to stay in the country.