Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.

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.

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.

Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.

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

And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that writing is walking on a dizzying silence setting one word after the other on emptiness. Writing is miraculous and terrifying like the flight of a bird who has no wings but flings itself out and only gets wings by flying.

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