Writing is a process, a journey into memory and the soul.
Memory is fiction. We select the brightest and the darkest, ignoring what we are ashamed of, and so embroider the broad tapestry of our lives.
Nice people with common sense do not make interesting characters. They only make good former spouses.
Words are not that important when you recognize intentions.
A man does what he can; a woman does what a man cannot.
I need to remember to overcome.
At the most difficult moments of my life, when it seemed that every door was closed to me, the taste of those apricots comes back to comfort me with the notion that abundance is always within reach, if only one knows how to find it.
In terrible moments, in moments of revolution, of war or repression, of illness or death, people react with incredible strength.
Sisters: talk to each other, be connected and informed, form women’s circles, share your stories, work together, and take risks. Together we are invincible.
What is truer than truth? Answer: the story.
Peace requires everyone to be in the circle – wholeness, inclusion.
All stories interest me, and some haunt me until I end up writing them. Certain themes keep coming up: justice, loyalty, violence, death, political and social issues, freedom.
Give, give, give-what is the point of having experience, knowledge or talent if I don’t give it away?
How can one not speak about war, poverty, and inequality when people who suffer from these afflictions don’t have a voice to speak?
I write to understand my circumstances, to sort out the confusion of reality, to exorcise my demons. But most of all, I write because I love it!
I don’t want an uneventful and safe life, I prefer an adventurous one.
Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you.
I learned very quickly that when you emigrate, you lose the crutches that have been your support; you must begin from zero, because the past is erased with a single stroke and no one cares where you’re from or what you did before.
If this world is going to be a better place for our grandchildren and great-grandchildren, it will be women who make it so.
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.