There is not a single line in this diary that does not call for a correction or a denial...Yes: throughout these pages I meant what I was writing and I meant the opposite; reading them again I feel completely lost...I was lying to myself. How I lied to myself!

I'm not against mothers. I am against the ideology which expects every woman to have children, and I'm against the circumstances under which mothers have to have their children.

Jealousy is not contemptible, real love has a beak and claws.

Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.

We always come back to the same vicious circle - an extreme degree of material or intellectual poverty does away with the means of alleviating it.

I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.

Old age is better for women than for men. First of all, they have less far to fall, since their lives are more mediocre than those of most men.