I can't belong to groups. I've tried. I behave normally, but people don't look at me normally.

What is amazing for a woman of my age is that I change as the world is changing-and changing very, very fast. I don't think my mother had that opportunity to change.

All fiction becomes autobiographical when the author has true talent.

In these days people take up with each other and drop each other too easily. Pleasure is practiced like a sport, and the easy game of love leads to the dissolution of the feeling of love.

I don't like the idea of separating life and work. That notion seems dated and a bit alien to me.

I am a woman with absolutely no sense of nostalgia.

nothing is more like truth than a lie, don't you find?