I have written too much about lives - I feel I have lived for too long.

I succeeded in using my charms like a weapon; I learned to play with other's hearts and to master my own desires.

To other women the choice of clothes was a form of ingenious exhibition, a shameless seduction. To me, dresses were like a breastplate that I put on to set off to war against this life.

I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.

Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.

I would like to be a philosopher in ancient Athens and a poet in ancient China.

I have written too much about lives - I feel I have lived for too long.