I'm a single parent, a working mother, an executive, and an author. My greatest accomplishment will be to raise three wonderful children.

New York City is a very tough place. I'm tough, too. When people give me a punch in the nose, I react by getting even tougher.

I made a tremendous amount of money on real estate. I'll take real estate rather than go to Wall Street and get 2.8 percent. Forget about it.

I make money because I have to pay for everything apart from my school fees. My mother even makes me pay my own telephone bill.

I have these visions of myself being thirty, thirty-five, forty having a family.

For many people, the family is portrayed as the settled place of reasonable safety, but as anyone who has read 'The God of Small Things' would know, for me it was a dangerous place. I felt humiliated in that space. I wanted to get away as soon as I could.

I'm not an anarchist, but I believe that people don't want the royal family - the so-called royal family.

Moving is easy, exciting, an adventure - when you're young. Later, not so much. I love Massachusetts, my old home. Sometimes, late at night, I even study the real estate ads in my old hometown. But it's not even a fantasy. My parents are both gone. The world I left doesn't exist anymore. Neither does the person I was.