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"Mais alors qui fait le Blanc ?
Et la Blanche ?

Et que reste-t-il de ces catégories quand plus personne ne vous regarde à travers la loupe déformante du mépris et de la haine ?"

"Il n'y a pas de mot pour deux corps en mouvement qui crient."

"Avec des échappées de lumières vers la 42e Rue, en est, des feux follets sur le fleuve, en ouest, des météores tout au loin au-dessus de Central Park, devant nous, vers le nord où nous allons, corps noctiluques, dans la nuit mobile, corps secoués, filant vers rien, corps rompus."

"Comment dire qu'une femme est belle en évitant les clichés ? En montrant vraiment. Allez trouver des mots qui soient exactement ces yeux. Qui soient exactement le dessin de ces lèvres. Exactement ce sourire."

"Avec l'enfant commence la solitude de toutes les femmes... Mais trève de grands sentiments."

“How far beyond your mother do you hope to get? You are not going to be a different woman entirely, so just be slightly altered version of her, and relax.” p. 197

"I remember being twenty and seeing several writers on a literary panel on stage – both women and men. They said that of course writing was important to them, but their children were much more important than that. I felt so put off. They seemed so unserious to me. I never wanted to be like that –to have something in my life that was more important than writing. Why would they do that to themselves?" p. 187

“The hardest thing is actually not to be a mother – to refuse to be a mother to anyone. To not be a mother is the most difficult thing of all. There is always someone ready to step into the path of a woman’s freedom, sensing that she is not yet a mother, so tries to make her into one.” p. 168-169

« Some people try to imagine what it’s like not to have children – and they imagine themselves without children, instead of picturing a person they might never be. » p. 161

"All my life, whenever I pictured having children, I never considered the pleasures and joys it would bring. All I could ever see was the suffering – the terrible pain of having a child, and worrying about it, and loving it.” p. 128

« What’s the point in acting sweet and accomodating to others when I’m a stranger to myself ? » p. 111

« That is the way I have always felt : helplessly wrong, and so desperate to live as a person beyond criticism, whatever that might mean ; to prove that I was better than any of the ways she saw me, to do one thing she might admire. » p. 80

« So I fear will be the first moments in the delivery room, after having my baby laid on my chest, when i twill hit me in a similar way as to how those moments dawned : there’s nothing magical here either, just plain old life as I know it and fear to be. » p. 76

"I think that is how childbearing feels to me : a once-necessary, now sentimental gesture." p. 42

“There is a kind of sadness in not wanting the things that give so many other people their life’s meaning.” p. 23

"Ma chatte, je peux pas empêcher les connards d'y entrer et j'y ai rien laissé de précieux..."