Me too, I make do, I anoint what cannot be fixed.

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.

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

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

Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.

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

Decisive 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.