She wrote in her memoirs that “I had made a definite metamorphosis into a good little girl. Right from the start, I had composed the personality I wished to present to the world; it had brought me so much praise and so many great satisfactions that I finished by identifying myself with the character I had built up: it was my one reality.”
She wrote of Hélène that “she was my accomplice, my subject, my creature. It is plain that I only thought of her as being ‘the same, but different’, which is one way of claiming one’s preeminence. Without ever formulating it in so many words, I assumed that my parents accepted this hierarchy and that I was their favourite.”
"Of course it bothered me that I was not popular. But when I compared all to the satisfaction of reading and learning, everything else was unimportant. Those slights meant very little, and soon I didn’t even think about it."