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

Decisive moment: the one when you will be really alone. And it is perhaps this that makes her hesitate: not the void, but the vastness of the solitude. It's as well if you are frightened of solitude. It's a sign that you have come to the moment of your birth.

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

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

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

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.

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