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.
Helene CixousDecisive 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.
Helene Cixousin the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked
Helene CixousMeditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.
Helene CixousWriting is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.
Helene Cixous