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.

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

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.

Perhaps what I do not manage to operate rapidly enough is the passage between the outside and the inside.

Other-Love is writing's first name.

I am not innocent. Innocence is a science of the sublime. And I am only at the very beginning of the apprenticeship.

And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that writing is walking on a dizzying silence setting one word after the other on emptiness. Writing is miraculous and terrifying like the flight of a bird who has no wings but flings itself out and only gets wings by flying.