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.

Women must write through their bodies, they must invent the impregnable language that will wreck partitions, classes, and rhetorics, regulations and codes, they must submerge, cut through, get beyond the ultimate reverse-discourse, including the one that laughs at the very idea of pronouncing the word "silence"...In one another we will never be lacking.

Other-Love is writing's first name.

Everything ends with flowers.

It is said that life and death are under the power of language.

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

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.