I am the androgyne, I am the living mind you fail to describe in your dead language the lost noun, the verb surviving only in the infinitive the letters of my name are written under the lids of the newborn child

The serious revolutionary, like the serious artist, can't afford to lead a sentimental or self-deceiving life.

I've had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch

I think my work comes out of both an intense desire for connection and what it means to feel isolated. There's always going to be a kind of tidal movement back and forth between the two.

There is nothing revolutionary whatsoever about the control of women's bodies by men. The woman's body is the terrain on which patriarchy is erected.

When someone with the authority of a teacher describes the world and you’re not in it, there’s a moment of psychic disequilibrium, as if you looked into a mirror and saw nothing.

Despair, when not the response to absolute physical and moral defeat is, like war, the failure of imagination.