She sowed in my mind the idea that reality is not only what we see on the surface; it has a magical dimension as well and, if we so desire, it is legitimate to enhance it and color it to make our journey through life less trying.

She intended to swallow the world and he lived crushed by reality.

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.

Write what should not be forgotten.

That is the best part of writing: finding the hidden treasures, giving sparkle to worn out events, invigorating the tired soul with imagination, creating some kind of truth with many lies.

I have been a woman for 46 years and I only recently realized I can't change it and I like it.

I'm interested in people who have to overcome obstacles, people who are not sheltered by the umbrella of the establishment, marginals.