I realized that even if we went on talking till Judgment Day, I would still find the time all too short.

Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.

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.

I think there is a great tendency toward autobiography among women today. It is perhaps facile - and I say that even though I have written one myself.

People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.

Marriage is traditionally the destiny offered to women by society. Most women are married or have been, or plan to be or suffer from not being.

Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you've lost that, you've lost everything.