I'd rather be at the end of a dying tradition, which I admire, than at the beginning of a tradition which I deplore.

Why can't people be both flexible and efficient?

Nothing fails like failure

World War II put feminism on hold for a long time; the men went away to fight, a lot of women in those years got jobs both in teaching and in factories - at all social levels - which they enjoyed very much. A lot of them were quite happy during the war.

There are some people who cannot get onto a train without imagining that they are about to voyage into the significant unknown; as though the notion of movement were inseparably connected with the notion of discovery, as though each displacement of the body were a displacement of the soul.

You have to be careful what you imagine, because the act of imagining is the act of encouraging yourself to be a certain kind of person.

And there isn't any way that one can get rid of the guilt of having a nice body by saying that one can serve society with it, because that would end up with oneself as what? There simply doesn't seem to be any moral place for flesh.