It's true that this is one of the problems which often arises among my radical, revolutionary feminist friends: Do you have to join the system or not? On the one hand, if you don't, you risk being ineffectual. But if you do, from that moment on, you place your feminism at the service of a system which you want to take apart.

Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.

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

Marriage is a career which brings about more benefits than many others.

There is only one solution if old age is not to be an absurd parody of our former life, and that is to go on pursuing ends that give our existence a meaning.

Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.

Hegel held that the two sexes were of necessity different, the one being active and the other passive, and of course the female would be the passive one.