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

Man is a talking animal and he will always let himself be swayed by the power of the word. Machines won't change human nature.

Between women love is contemplative; caresses are intended less to gain possession of the other than gradually to re-create the self through her; separateness is abolished, there is no struggle, no victory, no defeat; in exact reciprocity each is at once subject and object, sovereign and slave; duality become mutuality.

When I was a child, when I was an adolescent, books saved me from despair: that convinced me that culture was the highest of values[...].

Harmony between two individuals is never granted-it has to be conquered indefinitely.

There is something false in this search for a purely feminine writing style. Language, such as it is, is inherited from a masculine society, and it contains many male prejudices. We must rid language of all that. Still, a language is not something created artificially; the proletariat can't use a different language from the bourgeoisie, even if they use it differently, even if from time to time they invent something, technical words or even a kind of worker's slang, which can be very beautiful and very rich. Women can do that as well, enrich their language, clean it up.

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