You can't define the future. And in my opinion, you can't define the avant-garde.

She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.

One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.

There are jobs that can be done equally well by men or by women and that finally you can't see a difference. But from the moment that you involve yourself fully in writing a novel, for example, or an essay, then you are involved as a woman, in the same way that you can't deny your nationality - you are French, you are a man, you are a woman... all this passes into the writing.

Sometimes speech is no more than a device for saying nothing - and a neater one than silence.

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.

The word love has by no means the same sense for both sexes, and this is one cause of the serious misunderstandings that divide them.