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

Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.

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

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

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.

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

We must learn to speak the language women speak when there is no one there to correct us.