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.

If her functioning as a female is not enough to define woman, if we decline also to explain her through "the eternal feminine," and if nevertheless we admit, provisionally, that women do exist, then we must face the question: what is a woman?

Society cares for the individual only so far as he is profitable.

Literature in France seems to be undergoing a crisis now, and nothing comes immediately to mind.

When we abolish the slavery of half of humanity, together with the whole system of hypocrisy it implies, then the "division" of humanity will reveal its genuine significance and the human couple will find its true form.

That's what I consider true generosity. You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.

It is in great part the anxiety of being a woman that devastates the feminine body.