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

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

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

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

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

Other-Love is writing's first name.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.