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

It is in great part the anxiety of being a woman that devastates the feminine body.

History is a great cemetery: men, deeds, ideas are always dying as soon as they are born.

Man is defined as a human being and a woman as a female - whenever she behaves as a human being she is said to imitate the male.

On the day when it will be possible for woman to love not in her weakness but in her strength, not to escape herself but to find herself, not to abase herself but to assert herself--on that day love will become for her, as for man, a source of life and not of mortal danger.

I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.

Why one man rather than another? It was odd. You find yourself involved with a fellow for life just because he was the one that you met when you were nineteen.