Electric flesh arrows... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.
It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
