That's what I consider true generosity. You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.

To be moral is to discover fundamentally ones own being.

When Goya was 80 he drew an ancient man propped on two sticks, with a great mass of white hair and beard all over his face, and the inscription, "I am still learning."

There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.

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

My worst mistake has been not grasping that time goes by. It was going by and there I was, set in the attitude of the ideal wife of an ideal husband. Instead of bringing our sexual relationship to life again I brooded happily over memories of our former nights together.

It is in great part the anxiety of being a woman that devastates the feminine body.