it is so difficult not to become vain about one's own good luck.

The human species is forever in a state of change, forever becoming.

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.

A life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again, pulverized by events, scattered, broken, scored yet retaining its unity; how heavy it is and how inconsistent: this contradiction breeds many misunderstandings.

Women aren't more easily swayed by fascism than men, but I believe that their situation makes them in effect more slavish than men.

Society, being codified by man, decrees that woman is inferior; she can do away with this inferiority only by destroying the male's superiority.

I believe that we must use language. If it is used in a feminist perspective, with a feminist sensibility, language will find itself changed in a feminist manner. It will nonetheless be the language. You can't not use this universal instrument; you can't create an artificial language, in my opinion. But naturally, each writer must use it in his/her own way.