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.

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

He formed his sentences hesitantly and then threw them at me with such force that I felt as if I were receiving a present each time

‎A day in which I don't write leaves a taste of ashes.

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

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

--There you are. The sight of the changing world is miraculous and heartbreaking, both at the same time. --But so it is for me too. The heartbreaking side of growing old is not in the things around one but in oneself.