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

For years I thought my work still lay ahead, and now I find it is behind me: there was no moment when it took place.

I've always been keenly aware of the passing of time. I've always thought that I was old. Even when I was twelve, I thought it was awful to be thirty. I felt that something was lost. At the same time, I was aware of what I could gain, and certain periods of my life have taught me a great deal. But, in spite of everything, I've always been haunted by the passing of time and by the fact that death keeps closing in on us.

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

Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility.

Existence must be asserted in the present if one does not want all life to be defined as an escape toward nothingness.

Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.