What stops you killing yourself when you're intoxicated out of your mind is the thought that once you're dead you won't be able to drink any more.

Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself.

When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.

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.

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

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