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.

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

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.

We must learn to speak the language women speak when there is no one there to correct us.

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

What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep.

If my desire is possible, it means the system is already letting something else through.