I don't like my whole life dragged out. I don't want anyone to know about me, because I don't think I'm very interesting... I like my work. I like what I gave. And that was it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There's nothing very interesting about my life.
I don't think my life is more interesting than anybody else's.
I don't like to make my life like a book.
All my life, I will continue obstinately to write about love, solitude and passion among the kind of people I know. The rest don't interest me.
I didn't want to lose my subjectivity and my objectivity about my work.
Doing a story about my mundane, waking life, how much I don't like my job, or breaking up with someone, I don't think so. Those stories don't interest me that much as a general thing.
I don't write about my life in my column.
The main thing I don't like about myself is an absurd level of self-consciousness that makes any sort of social encounter an ordeal for me.
When I wasn't working I didn't know what to do with myself and sort of didn't exist, in a way, when I wasn't working, so I was like two different people. I am not like that anymore.
I just live my life and do what I want to do and don't think about what is written about me.