I am sick of death and worst of all this sickness feeds on itself, the more afraid I am the more I am afraid the more I flee the more I am afraid the more I am haunted.

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

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

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.

I am sick of death and worst of all this sickness feeds on itself, the more afraid I am the more I am afraid the more I flee the more I am afraid the more I am haunted.

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

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