There'll be oceans of talk and emotions without end.

Life for both sexes is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. More than anything... it calls for confidence in oneself...And how can we generate this imponderable quality most quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to oneself.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

I think writing, my writing, is a species of mediumship. I become the person.

Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind a waiter, now behind some ornamental pillar, so as to put off as long as possible the shock of recognition, so as to be secure for one more moment to rock her petals in her basin. We wake her. We torture her. She dreads us, she despises us, yet she comes cringing to our sides because for al our cruelty there is always some name, some face which sheds a radiance, which lights up her pavements and makes it possible for her to replenish her dreams.

There is no doubt in my mind, that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice.

It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man.