I don't have any special passion for politics, it being a never-ending merry-go-round of bosses big and small, all generally mediocre. I actually fin….

There was something unbearable in the things, in the people, in the buildings, in the streets that, only if you reinvented it all, as in a game, beca….

The rules say that to tell a story you need first of all a measuring stick, a calendar, you have to calculate how much time has passed between you an….

Women, in all fields - whether mothers or not - still encounter an extraordinary number of obstacles. They have to hold too many things together and ….

I think our sexuality is all yet to be recounted and that the rich male literary tradition constitutes a huge obstacle..

I didn't choose anonymity.Instead, I chose absence..

We lie in order to tolerate our existence and, most of all, we lie to ourselves..

Writers, because they write, are condemned never to be readers of their own stories...The memory of first putting a story into words will always prev….

Writing for me is a dragnet that carries everything away with it: expressions and figures of speech, postures, feelings, thoughts, troubles. In short….

I have always paid careful attention to social and economic conflicts, to the dialectic - if we can call it that - between high and low. Maybe it's b….

Competition between women is good only if it does not prevail; that is to say if it coexists with affinity, affection, with a real sense of being mut….

I believe that books, once they are written, have no need of their authors..

The fictional treatment of biographical material - a treatment that for me is essential - is full of traps..

Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible..

In order not to cut out a large part of one's private life, the creative work should not swallow up every other form of self-expression. But that is ….

Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling….

My work stops at publication. If the books don't contain in themselves their reasons for being - questions and answers - it means I was wrong to have….

Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell..

I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned..

Climbing the economic ladder has been very hard for me; I still feel a great deal of guilt towards those I left behind..

The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.