I discovered feminism around 1970-72-precisely the time when feminism began to exist in France. Before that, there was no feminism.

The nearer I come to the end of my days, the more I am enabled to see that strange thing, a life, and to see it whole.

If you haven't been happy very young, you can still be happy later on, but it's much harder. You need more luck.

Old age is life's parody.

All oppression creates a state of war.

I am not at all for a feminism which is entirely separatist, which would say, "this domain is purely for women." I don't believe that at all.

The writer can't stop her unconscious from showing up, that's certain.