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I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.

Simone de Beauvoir

Literature took the place in my life that had once been occupied by religion: it absorbed me entirely, and transfigured my life.
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Life Literature Place Religion
That’s what I consider true generosity: You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.
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Feeling Generosity Myself True
One of the benefits that oppression secures for the oppressor is that the humblest among them feels superior.
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Feeling Humble Oppression Secure
Counselling man to treat her as a slave while persuading her that she is a queen.
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Herself Man Slave Woman Empowerment
Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.
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Death Life Live
There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.
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Place Waste
Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.
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Literature Reality Revenge Slave
To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.
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Art Husband Marriage
If I were the earth it would disgust me, all this vermin on my back, I’d shake it off.
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Earth Myself
History took hold of me and never let me go thereafter.
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History Let Go Myself
People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.
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Empty People Thinking
She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.
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Change Fall Herself Touch
Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you’ve lost that, you’ve lost everything.
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Creation Lost Love Youth
A day in which I don’t write leaves a taste of ashes.
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Myself Poet Taste Writing
The word love has by no means the same sense for both sexes, and this is one cause of the serious misunderstandings that divide them.
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Love Perspective Understand
I feel something troubling inside of me which scares me, an exhausting violence. But I accept the great adventure of being me.
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Acceptance Adventure Feeling Myself Scare Violence

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.

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