Other-Love is writing's first name.

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.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.

Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable.

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.

Explore the idea of what the language that women speak would really be like if no one were there to correct them.

Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.