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.

When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking.

She alone dares and wishes to know from within, where she, the outcast, has never ceased to hear the resonance of fore language. She lets the other language speak - the language of 1,000 tongues which knows neither enclosure nor death. To life she refuses nothing. Her language does not contain, it carries; it does not hold back; it makes possible.

Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies - for the same reasons, by the same law, with the same fatal goal. Woman must put herself into the text - as into the world and into history - by her own movement.

Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.

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

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