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

I am not innocent. Innocence is a science of the sublime. And I am only at the very beginning of the apprenticeship.

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

Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.

We must kill the false woman who is preventing the live one from breathing.

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

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.