Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.

Everything ends with flowers.

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

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

Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.

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

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.