The Woman Destroyed

by Simone de Beauvoir

As far as I am concerned sexuality no longer exists. I used to call this indifference serenity: all at once I have come to see it in another light—it is a mutilation; it is the loss of a sense. The lack of it makes me blind to the needs, the pains, and the joys of those who do possess it.

“When you love someone, you must give the people he loves credit for being of some value.”