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

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

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

She alone dares and wishes to know from within, where she, the outcast, has never ceased to hear the resonance of fore language. She lets the other language speak - the language of 1,000 tongues which knows neither enclosure nor death. To life she refuses nothing. Her language does not contain, it carries; it does not hold back; it makes possible.

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.

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.

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.