It could draw from a greater reservoir of freedom. The irony could develop an even greater ease.

Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.

I have the feeling it will influence my future writing to the extent that without any material worries I could develop a greater ease, even lightheartedness, in my writing

I think isolation is one of the greatest problems, an ever-growing obstacle to political solidarity.

I do not fight against men, but against the system that is sexist.

Characters on stage should be flat, like clothes in a fashion show: what you get should be no more than what you see. Psychological realism is repulsive, because it allows us to escape unpalatable reality by taking shelter in the “luxuriousness” of personality, losing ourselves in the depth of individual character. The writer's task is to block this manoeuvre, to chase us off to a point from which we can view the horror with a dispassionate eye.

After all, when you take a walk you're after solitude, and if the solitude won't come to you, you must go to it.