Literature is born when something in life goes slightly adrift.

Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.

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

To create a language all of a piece which would be a women's language, that I find quite insane. There does not exist a mathematics which is only a women's mathematics, or a feminine science.

Women's mutual understanding comes from the fact that they identify themselves with each other; but for the same reason each is against the others.

Society cares about the individual only in so far as he is profitable. The young know this. Their anxiety as they enter in upon social life matches the anguish of the old as they are excluded from it.

I take on a shape and an existence only if I first throw myself into the world by loving, by doing.