What is very troubling is that people who have tried to write literature, even, for example, proletarian writers, seem to write within the norms of the dominant class.

If I were proud of anything in my life, it would be of our love. I feel we have to tell to each other as many things as we can, so we are not only lovers, but the closest of friends at the same time.

Fathers never have exactly the daughters they want because they invent a notion a them that the daughters have to conform to.

Existence must be asserted in the present if one does not want all life to be defined as an escape toward nothingness.

The earthly meaning of eternal life was death, and she refused to die.

The word love has by no means the same sense for both sexes, and this is one cause of the serious misunderstandings that divide them.

The misfortune is that although everyone must come to [death], each experiences the adventure in solitude. We never left Maman during those last days... and yet we were profoundly separated from her.