I judge people's charm by the ease with which I express myself in their presence.

To those who ask if I have read their book, I reply: I have not yet read Homer.

My only books were women's looks.

I do not understand those who spend hours at the theater watching scenes between people whom they would not listen to for five minutes in real life.

albinos aren't reproached for having pink eyes and whitish hair, why should they hold it again me for being a lesbian? It's a question of nature: my queerness isn't a vice, isn't 'deliberate,' and harms no one.

Would that well-thinking people should be replaced by thinking ones.

doubt seems the only purity for those who are too fervent to deny, and too lucid to affirm.