What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.

You can't define the future. And in my opinion, you can't define the avant-garde.

I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.

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.

There is something false in this search for a purely feminine writing style. Language, such as it is, is inherited from a masculine society, and it contains many male prejudices. We must rid language of all that. Still, a language is not something created artificially; the proletariat can't use a different language from the bourgeoisie, even if they use it differently, even if from time to time they invent something, technical words or even a kind of worker's slang, which can be very beautiful and very rich. Women can do that as well, enrich their language, clean it up.

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.

This is certainly a very tricky point: How to ally yourself to other leftist forces without losing your feminist specificity.