Very early in my life it was too late.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.

There are many women who write as they think they should write - to imitate men and make a place for themselves in literature.

I've known you for years. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you're more beautiful now than then. Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged.

It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.

Frigidity is desire imagined by a woman who doesnt desire the man offering himself to her. Its the desire of a woman for a man who hasnt yet come to her, whom she doesnt yet know. Shes faithful to this stranger even before she belongs to him. Frigidity is the non-desire for whatever is not him.