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.

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.

Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies - for the same reasons, by the same law, with the same fatal goal. Woman must put herself into the text - as into the world and into history - by her own movement.

It is said that life and death are under the power of language.

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

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.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.