Can one say that there is a way of crying out, of speaking, which is properly feminine? Personally, I don't think so. In the end, I find this is another way of putting women in a kind of singularity, a ghetto, which is not what I want. I want them to be singular and universal at the same time.

As soon as a woman re- fuses to be perfectly happy doing housework eight hours a day, society has a tendency to want to do a lobotomy on her.

Each person has his or her own very particular history and after all, the unconscious is the most secret part of ourselves.

One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman. No biological, psychological, or economic fate determines the figure that the human female presents in society; it is civilization as a whole that produces this creature, intermediate between male and eunuch, which is described as feminine.

Because we are separated everything separates us, even our efforts to join each other.

There is a kind of universality in the human condition, masculine or feminine. That's one thing I continue to believe.

What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.