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

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

We always come back to the same vicious circle - an extreme degree of material or intellectual poverty does away with the means of alleviating it.

What is very troubling is that people who have tried to write literature, even, for example, proletarian writers, seem to write within the norms of the dominant class.

I have never read a really good novel written by a man where women are portrayed as they truly are. They can be portrayed externally very well - Stendhal's Madame de Renal, for example - but only as seen from the outside.

--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.

The arrogance of some Christians would close heaven to them if, to their misfortune, it existed.