Incidental Inventions

I am one of those people who never like the way they look in photographs or videos.

men learn from women? Often. Do they admit it publicly? Rarely, even today.

We shouldn’t put off writing until we’ve lived enough, read sufficiently, have a desk of our own in a room of our own with a garden overlooking the sea, have been through intense experiences, lived in a stimulating city, retreated to a mountain hut, have had children, have travelled extensively.

The art of discouraging with kind words is among the most widely practised.

I’m not interested in writing something new. I’m interested in the ordinary or, rather, what we have forced inside the uniform of the ordinary. I’m interested in digging into that and causing confusion, pushing myself to go beyond appearances.

Ever since adolescence, I’ve liked the term “unknown.”

I would like it if, on the entire planet, there were no longer any reason to shout, especially with pain. I like low tones, polite enthusiasm, courteous complaints.

I love young people who fight to give their time a new form and demand a better life for the entire human race.

Even today, after a century of feminism, we can’t fully be ourselves, don’t belong to ourselves.

The “too” of a woman produces violent male reactions and, in addition, the enmity of other women, who every day are obliged to fight among themselves for the crumbs left by men. The “too” of men produces general admiration and positions of power.