You are my angel and my damnation; in your presence I reach divine ecstasy and in your absence I descent to hell.

I've been a foreigner for the past twenty years. I don't have roots anymore. My roots are in my memory and my writing. That's why memory is so important. Who are you but what you can remember?

Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change.

Sisters: talk to each other, be connected and informed, form women's circles, share your stories, work together, and take risks. Together we are invincible.

The pain of losing my child was a cleansing experience. I had to throw overboard all excess baggage and keep only what is essential.

I write to understand my circumstances, to sort out the confusion of reality, to exorcise my demons. But most of all, I write because I love it!

At my age days dissolve like salt in water; the day's gone and I don't even know what I've done with the hours.