(…) when you don't know how to keep a man you lose everything, (…)

I didn’t realize that in his wish to transform me was the proof that he didn’t like me as I was, he wanted me to be different, or, rather, he didn’t want just a woman, he wanted the woman he imagined he himself would be if he were a woman. For Franco, I said, I was an opportunity for him to expand into the feminine, to take possession of it: I constituted the proof of his omnipotence, the demonstration that he knew now to be not only a man in the right way, but also a woman.

You’re really a good girl, poor you.

The solitude of women's minds is regrettable, I said to myself, it's a waste to be separated from each other without procedures, without tradition.