... anything difficult to say must be shouted from the rooftops.

Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen.

We are nearly all composed of such a complex mixture of human qualities that in each one of us reside both masculine and feminine principles: what man is without any female attribute and what woman never demonstrates any masculine characteristics?

Novels are longer than life.

Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.

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.

My only books were women's looks.