What is an adult? A child blown up by age.

At the moment of their emancipation, women have a need to write their own histories.

I willingly trust myself to chance. I let my thoughts wander, I digress, not only sitting at my work, but all day long, all night even. It often happens that a sentence suddenly runs through my head before I go to bed, or when I am unable to sleep, and I get up again and write it down.

it is so difficult not to become vain about one's own good luck.

Buying is a profound pleasure.

Literature is born when something in life goes slightly adrift.

I think that where you go wrong is that you imagine that your reasons for living ought to fall on you, ready-made from heaven, whereas we have to find them for ourselves.