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

The misfortune is that although everyone must come to [death], each experiences the adventure in solitude. We never left Maman during those last days... and yet we were profoundly separated from her.

Can one say that there is a way of crying out, of speaking, which is properly feminine? Personally, I don't think so. In the end, I find this is another way of putting women in a kind of singularity, a ghetto, which is not what I want. I want them to be singular and universal at the same time.

One is not born a genius, one becomes a genius; and the feminine situation has up to the present rendered this becoming practically impossible.

I cannot be angry at God, in whom I do not believe.

Therefore the misfortune which comes to man as a result of the fact that he was a child is that his freedom was first concealed from him and that all his life he will be nostalgic for the time when he did not know it's exigencies.

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