Everyone has a story, the air is full of stories. The creative process is mysterious, I don't know why it is that suddenly a theme will take hold of me and refuse to leave me in peace until I investigate it and write it.

As my Popo used to say, life is a tapestry we weave day by day with threads of different colors, some heavy and dark, others thin and bright, all the threads having their uses. The stupid things I did are already in the tapestry, indelible, but I’m not going to be weighed down by them till I die. What’s done is done; I have to look ahead.

The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.

I was a very bad journalist. Awful. I would just invent everything. If I did an interview, I had a preconception of what that person should say and I would put my words in his mouth.

I'm such a control freak. I want to control even my own death. Decide when I will die and how.

Aphrodite is about lust and gluttony - the only two sins worth committing, in my opinion.

I have learned many things in the 30 years that I have been writing.