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

What 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.

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.

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

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.

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.