I would have to have a bit of heroism and get out of myself. But I love myself so much! - Simone de Beauvoir

Je sais qu'on ne peut jamais se connaître, mais seulement se raconter.

My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

...counselling man to treat her as a slave while persuading her that she is a queen.