Simone De Beauvoir

Because we are separated everything separates us, even our efforts to join each other.

A man attaches himself to woman -- not to enjoy her, but to enjoy himself.

She offered her mouth to him, as if enchanted. A Persian princess, a little Indian, a fox, a morning glory, a lovely wisteria--it always pleased them when you told them they looked like something, like something else.

There is only one solution if old age is not to be an absurd parody of our former life, and that is to go on pursuing ends that give our existence a meaning.

She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.