I write about families. That is who we are.

But that's life. That's what you learn from; when things happen. Especially at your age. You just have to take it in and remember to think afterwards and not forget and never grow bitter.

In a household tragedy, you are very much aware of being alone. It is something that is possible to grasp, and that is why it hurts so much. Because you are alone. I know a little about this.

If I just concentrate I can walk into memory's store and find the right shelf with the right film and disappear into it.

A lot can change because you are embarrassed by something.

A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.

I remember a lot of dreams. Sometimes they are hard to distinguish from what has really happened. That is not so terrible. It is the same with books.