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

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

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

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.

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

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

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