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.

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

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

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

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

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.

Me too, I make do, I anoint what cannot be fixed.