The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the he becomes one of the children.

Marguerite Duras
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Men are not part of the home. Men are not children, and women are not mothers. The home is a woman’s world, not a man’s. If he tries to be part of the home, she will tell him to get out -- not because she doesn’t love him, but because she loves her home.

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