You have to get past the pleasure stage, until you reach the stage of tears.

Men are foolish to expect us to revere them, when, in the end, they amount to almost nothing.

I think I have a repressed bent for the military, I like discipline without question, specific schedules and duties.

The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you.

Story of O is a fairy tale for another world, a world where some part of me lived for a long time, a world that no longer exists except between the covers of a book.

Finally a woman confesses! Confess what? What women never allowed themselves to confess. What men always criticized on them: they only obey the blood and everything is sex on them, even the spirit.

You have to get past the pleasure stage, until you reach the stage of tears.