Anais Nin shows an occasional grace in writing, but her work is quite foreign to me, precisely because she wants so much to be feminine and not feminist. And then she is so gaga before so many men. She talks about men I know in France, men who were less than nothing, and she considers them kings, extraordinary people.

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.

This has always been a man's world, and none of the reasons that have been offered in explanation have seemed adequate.

I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth - and truth rewarded me.

We must not confuse the present with the past. With regard to the past, no further action is possible.

Every war, every revolution, demands the sacrifice of a generation, of a collectivity, by those who undertake it.

The curse which lies upon marriage is that too often the individuals are joined in their weakness rather than in their strength - each asking from the other instead of finding pleasure in giving.