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.

Perhaps what I do not manage to operate rapidly enough is the passage between the outside and the inside.

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

Women must write through their bodies, they must invent the impregnable language that will wreck partitions, classes, and rhetorics, regulations and codes, they must submerge, cut through, get beyond the ultimate reverse-discourse, including the one that laughs at the very idea of pronouncing the word "silence"...In one another we will never be lacking.

Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies - for the same reasons, by the same law, with the same fatal goal. Woman must put herself into the text - as into the world and into history - by her own movement.

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.