For she was of that generation who, having found nothing in religion, had formed themselves through literature.

All one's life as a young woman one is on show, a focus of attention, people notice you. You set yourself up to being noticed and admired. And then, not expecting it, you become middle-aged and anonymous.

Man who is he? Too bad, to be the work of God: Too good for the work of chance!

What women will say to other women grumbling in their kitchens and complaining and gossiping or what they make clear in their masochism is often the last thing they will say aloud - a man may overhear. Women are the cowards they are because they have been semi-slaves for so long.

The great secret that all old people share is that you really haven't changed in seventy or eighty years. Your body changes, but you don't change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.

Dreams have always been my friend, full of information, full of warnings.

I treasure solitude. One doesn't have to have human contact.