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.

We must kill the false woman who is preventing the live one from breathing.

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

Other-Love is writing's first name.

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

Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.

Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.