in the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked

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

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

I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them back to life

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.

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.

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