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

Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable.

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.

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.

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

We must learn to speak the language women speak when there is no one there to correct us.

Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.