She never imagined a scenario in which her love was not returned with the same depth of feeling, for to her it was impossible to believe that a love of such magnitude could have stunned only her. The most elementary logic and justice indicated that somewhere in the city he was suffering the same delicious torment.

Youth is not a period in life but a state of mind.

I was a lousy journalist. I could never be objective. Sometimes I invented the whole story.

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.

I don't want an uneventful and safe life, I prefer an adventurous one.

I'm surrounded by young people. I'm always now the oldest and the shortest person in the room.

I am happier when I love than when I am loved. I adore my husband, my son, my grandchildren, my mother, my dog, and frankly, I don't know if they even like me. But who cares? Loving them is my joy.