Literature in France seems to be undergoing a crisis now, and nothing comes immediately to mind.

Truthfully speaking, women are dangerous, even those who aren't feminists, because there has always been a women's revolt. Only it has usually translated itself into solitary, individualist, disagreeable manifestations - the whole history of the taming of the shrew, the woman-shrew. They weren't shrews without cause.

The American woman's inequality with men is proved by her defiant attitude.

Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility.

Old age is life's parody.

She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.

Existence must be asserted in the present if one does not want all life to be defined as an escape toward nothingness.