The Sahara was a spectacle as alive as the sea. The tints of the dunes changed according to the time of day and the angle of the light: golden as apricots from far off, when we drove close to them they turned to freshly made butter; behind us they grew pink; from sand to rock, the materials of which the desert was made varied as much as its tints.
Simone de BeauvoirIf the feminine issue is so absurd, is because the male's arrogance made it "a discussion
Simone de BeauvoirFranรงoise could not help taking a surreptitious glance at Xaviรจre: she gave a start of amazement. Xaviรจre was no longer watching, her head was lowered. Franรงoise barely suppressed a scream. The girl was pressing the lighted end against her skin, a bitter smile curling her lips. It was an intimate, solitary smile, like that of a half-wit; the voluptuous, tortured smile of a woman possessed of some secret pleasure.
Simone de BeauvoirI like everyone who tries to show that madness is, in large part, conditioned by society and particularly by the family, and therefore, strongly affects women.
Simone de Beauvoir