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.

Other-Love is writing's first name.

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

in the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked

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

You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.