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

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.

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

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

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

Other-Love is writing's first name.

I am not innocent. Innocence is a science of the sublime. And I am only at the very beginning of the apprenticeship.