Feminism has never been sexy, but let me assure you that it never stopped me from flirting, and I have seldom suffered from lack of men.

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

Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.

With women the best aphrodisiac is words.

Memory is fiction. We select the brightest and the darkest, ignoring what we are ashamed of, and so embroider the broad tapestry of our lives.

Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and again. With each love, we are born anew, and with each love that ends we collect a new wound. I am covered with proud scars.

My books are written from personal experience, from memories, and from stories that come to me from all places.