Even today I cannot believe that people who lived together could inflict horrible pain on each other.

When politics promote hate, it becomes a rule, and populist provocation becomes standard. It has been the same throughout the entire history of humanity.

I cannot and don't really want to control my mind, soul, or heart when I write and must recognize that I don't think about the readers at that moment of writing.

Even today I cannot believe that people who lived together could inflict horrible pain on each other.

I like when the manuscript keeps its authentic style and form, so even if I have accepted some advice from editors, I don't really want to adapt the manuscript to the needs and expectations of the readers.

When I write, I usually follow my most inner voice, sometimes called stream of consciousness.

I just imagined how fine it would be if the children could adopt mothers, of course, mothers who were single, without other children, living in a comfortable apartment, and ready to care for the children.