Therefore the misfortune which comes to man as a result of the fact that he was a child is that his freedom was first concealed from him and that all his life he will be nostalgic for the time when he did not know it's exigencies.

‎A day in which I don't write leaves a taste of ashes.

That's what I consider true generosity. You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.

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.

Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

If the writer is a woman, feminist or not, it will give the language something that it would not have if it had been used by a man.

The writer of originality, unless dead, is always shocking, scandalous; novelty disturbs and repels.