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.

There was a time, in the nineteenth century, for example, when women spoke mostly about the house, children, birth, and so forth, because it was their domain. That's changing a little, now.

Living by proxy is always a precarious expedient.

We belong to this earth. Now I can see the truth ... I love you on this earth of ours. Love me, do!

Christian ideology has contributed no little to the oppression of woman.

The ideal of happiness has always taken material form in the house, whether cottage or castle; it stands for permanence and separation from the world.

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