Quotes About Beauvoir

Beauvoir was untouched by the criticisms; her diary was a record of one consciousness, her own: "This is what I saw and how I saw it. I have not tried to say more.

There has to be a certain relationship between the life and the writing style, and that is really a problem.

I could not help but comment to my distinguished audience that every question asked about Sartre concerned his work, while all those asked about Beauvoir concerned her personal life.

which we welcomed precisely because it happened to suit our convenience.

But I know my only defense is to answer, "I think it because it is true," thereby eliminating my subjectivity;

Your little face was so sweet, yesterday, when you said 'Oh you looked at me, you looked at me.

In Beauvoir's writing, the emancipation of women, an emancipation that on her view can come to full flower only in the wake of a certain transformation in the human being, is linked with a certain transformation in the conventional understanding—both continental and analytic—about how to inherit the tradition of philosophy.

I would have liked to have given a frank and balanced account of my own sexuality ... because it is not just a personal matter but a political one too." Beauvoir

Bang. You're dead.' Gamache swung around, but had recognised the voice an instant after he'd begun to turn. 'You're a sneak, Jean Guy. I'm going to have to put a cow bell on you.' 'Not again.' It wasn't often he could get the drop on the chief. But Beauvoir had begun to worry. Suppose he snuck up on Gamache sometime and he had a heart attack? It would certainly take the fun out of it.

You've never had teenagers," said Gamache. "It's Like living with a ferret." I'll interview them," said Beauvoir. "I have a way with kids. "Since When?" asked Isabelle. "Since I was issued a gun." replied Beauvoir.

The other change was the stick in the ground with ribbon dancing around it. He supposed it had something to do with the ritual. Either that or Beauvoir had very quickly become very weird without his supervision.

Waldo? What was that? thought Beauvoir. Some

He's a saint." Beauvoir laughed, but seeing Gamache's serious face he stopped. "What do you mean?" "There're some people who believe that." "Seemed like an asshole to me." "The hardest part of the process. Telling them apart.

The room erupted into laughter. Indeed, people laughed all the way through. When Brian told them about being in the psych ward and having his doctor ask how much he drank, and he told him a beer a day, the place went hysterical with laughter. Gamache and Beauvoir exchanged looks. Even the president was amused.