Our comparative fidelity was fear of defeat at the hands of another partner.

Technology as the knack of eliminating the world as resistance,... the technologist's worldlessness.... My mistake lay in the factthat we technologists try to live without death.

Either marriage is a destiny, I believe, or there is no sense in it at all, it's a piece of humbug.

Primitive peoples tried to annul death by portraying the human body--we do it by finding substitutes for the human body. Technology instead of mysticism!

It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.

Perhaps there are only a few women who experience without deception the overwhelming intoxication of the senses which they expectfrom their encounters with men, which they feel bound to expect because of the fuss made about it in novels, written by men.

Our guilt has its uses. It justifies much in the lives of others.