It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.
This has always been a man's world, and none of the reasons hitherto brought forward in explanation of this fact has seemed adequate.
Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.
[on Brigitte Bardot] She eats when she is hungry and she makes love in the same matter-of-fact manner.
In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation.