Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction, it does so at the price of obscuring the real conditions of life. This is why they were invented in the first place.

A book is simply the container of an idea-like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.

She stood lost in eternity wearing a crazy dress, watching the immense sky.

Anxiety is the beginning of conscience, which is the parent of the soul but is not compatible with innocence.

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.

ordered me a sky from a florist

Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.