it is true that nothing is gained without something being lost: everyone knows that in fulfilling oneself one necessarily sacrifices some possibilities.

For years I thought my work still lay ahead, and now I find it is behind me: there was no moment when it took place.

I admire Freud a great deal as a person and thinker. Despite everything, I find his work very, very rich, but I think that for women he has been absolutely disastrous. And even more so, everyone who came after him.

I have never read a really good novel written by a man where women are portrayed as they truly are. They can be portrayed externally very well - Stendhal's Madame de Renal, for example - but only as seen from the outside.

Dwelling-place and food are useful for life but give it no significance: the immediate goals of the housekeeper are only means, not true ends.

We belong to this earth. Now I can see the truth ... I love you on this earth of ours. Love me, do!

A man of the right doesn't write in the same way as a man of the left, you can see that right away, or a woman of the right or a woman of the left.