In my private circle I am a mother, grandmother, wife, friend, daughter... the success means nothing to my small tribe.

Eros is very close to death. And both things, in a way, balance each other.

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.

True friendship resists time, distance and silence.

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

At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of the imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me.

Nothing changes; we humans repeat the same sins over and over, eternally.