Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

The father's life is surrounded by mysterious prestige: the hours he spends in the home, the room where he works, the objects around him, his occupations, his habits, have a sacred character. It is he who feeds the family, is the one in charge and the head. Usually he works outside the home, and it is through him that the household communicates with the rest of the world: he is the embodiment of this adventurous, immense, difficult, and marvelous world; he is transcendence, he is God.

Self-consciousness is not knowledge but a story one tells about oneself.

There is a kind of universality in the human condition, masculine or feminine. That's one thing I continue to believe.

No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.

One is not conceived a lady, one turns into one.