The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.

Spindly branches of buttercups were secreted among gleaming stems still moist at the roots from last night's rain that had washedand refreshed the entire wood, had dowered it in poignant transparency, the unique, inconsolable quality of rainy countries, as if all was glimpsed through tears.

The kind of power mothers have is enormous.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

The notion of a universality of human experience is a confidence trick and the notion of a universality of female experience is a clever confidence trick.

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

What a joy it is to dance and sing!