In the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.

What I love in a woman is not what she is in and for herself, but the side of herself she turns towards me, what she is for me. I love her as character in our common love story. what wuld Hamlet be without the castle at Elsinore, without Ophelia, without all the concrete situations he goes through, what would he be without the text of his part? What would be left but an empty, dumb, illusory essence?

Seeing is limited by two borders: Strong light, which blinds, and total darkness.

When a private talk over a bottle of wine is broadcast on the radio, what can it mean but that the world is turning into a concentration camp?

Necessity, weight, and value are three concepts inextricably bound: only necessity is heavy, and only what is heavy has value.

If we cannot accept the importance of the world, which considers itself important, if in the midst of that world our laughter finds no echo, we have but one choice: to take the world as a whole and make it the object of our game; to turn it into a toy

To rebel against being born a woman seemed as foolish to her as to take pride in it.