Existentialism does not offer to the reader the consolations of an abstract evasion: existentialism proposes no evasion. On the contrary, its ethics is experienced in the truth of life, and it then appears as the only proposition of salvation which one can address to men.

For me, the problem of time is linked up with that of death, with the thought that we inevitably draw closer and closer to it, with the horror of decay.

A couple who go on living together merely because that was how they began, without any other reason: was that what we were turning into?

Tragedies are all right for a while: you are concerned, you are curious, you feel good. And then it gets repetitive, it doesn't advance, it grows dreadfully boring: it is so very boring, even for me.

I never thought of myself as being in the avant-garde. I said what I had to say, as I was able to say it.

There is no justification for present existence other than its expansion into an indefinitely open future.

This is certainly a very tricky point: How to ally yourself to other leftist forces without losing your feminist specificity.