A foreign country can best be understood through its literature.

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.

Habit has a kind of poetry.

To be a woman, if not a defect, is at least a peculiarity.

There is only one solution if old age is not to be an absurd parody of our former life, and that is to go on pursuing ends that give our existence a meaning.

The state of emotional intoxication allows one to grasp existence in one's self and in the other, as both subjectivity and passivity. The two partners merge in this ambiguous unity; each one is freed of his own presence and achieves immediate communication with the other.

The writer can't stop her unconscious from showing up, that's certain.