Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.

The spontaneity of slaps is sincerity, whereas the ceremonial of caresses is largely convention.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.