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 CixousWhat happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep.
Helene Cixousin the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked
Helene CixousWriting is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable.
Helene CixousPerhaps what I do not manage to operate rapidly enough is the passage between the outside and the inside.
Helene Cixous