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

She alone dares and wishes to know from within, where she, the outcast, has never ceased to hear the resonance of fore language. She lets the other language speak - the language of 1,000 tongues which knows neither enclosure nor death. To life she refuses nothing. Her language does not contain, it carries; it does not hold back; it makes possible.

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

The only book that is worth writing is the one we don’t have the courage or strength to write. The book that hurts us (we who are writing), that makes us tremble, redden, bleed

Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort.

Everything ends with flowers.

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