When you are conjoined at the head with another person, it is so frustrating and so painful that you hate the person who keeps you all the time attached to him/her, but he/she also hates you.

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.

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

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

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.