The Sahara was a spectacle as alive as the sea. The tints of the dunes changed according to the time of day and the angle of the light: golden as apricots from far off, when we drove close to them they turned to freshly made butter; behind us they grew pink; from sand to rock, the materials of which the desert was made varied as much as its tints.

The women of today are in a fair way to dethrone the myth of femininity; they are beginning to affirm their independence in concrete ways; but they do not easily succeed in living completely the life of a human being.

If I were proud of anything in my life, it would be of our love. I feel we have to tell to each other as many things as we can, so we are not only lovers, but the closest of friends at the same time.

There is no justification for present existence other than its expansion into an indefinitely open future.

Christianity gave eroticism its savor of sin and legend when it endowed the human female with a soul.

Literature is always what the dominant ideology recognizes as literature.

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