One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

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.

Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.

Women's mutual understanding comes from the fact that they identify themselves with each other; but for the same reason each is against the others.

But I must admit I didn´t like that idea; do the same thing as everyone else. Eating to live, living to eat - that had been the nightmare of my adolescence. If it meant going back to that, if would be just as well to turn on the gas at once. But I suppose everyone thinks of things like that: let´s turn on the gas at once. And you don´t turn it on.

I've always been keenly aware of the passing of time. I've always thought that I was old. Even when I was twelve, I thought it was awful to be thirty. I felt that something was lost. At the same time, I was aware of what I could gain, and certain periods of my life have taught me a great deal. But, in spite of everything, I've always been haunted by the passing of time and by the fact that death keeps closing in on us.

This has always been a man's world, and none of the reasons that have been offered in explanation have seemed adequate.