Other-Love is writing's first name.

Me too, I make do, I anoint what cannot be fixed.

I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them back to life

Everything ends with flowers.

Decisive moment: the one when you will be really alone. And it is perhaps this that makes her hesitate: not the void, but the vastness of the solitude. It's as well if you are frightened of solitude. It's a sign that you have come to the moment of your birth.

Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort.

Wouldn't the worst be, isn't the worst, in truth, that women aren't castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.