That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.

What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.

We, her children, are heroic, dersperate.

Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.

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.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don't know where. I only know it isn't where women think.