The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.

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?

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

One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.

In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation.

Anger or revolt that does not get into the muscles remains a figment of the imagination.

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