Wouldn't the worst be, isn't the worst, in truth, that women aren't castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? 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.

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

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

Explore the idea of what the language that women speak would really be like if no one were there to correct them.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.

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.

She alone dares and wishes to know from within, where she, the outcast, has never ceased to hear the resonance of fore language. She lets the other language speak - the language of 1,000 tongues which knows neither enclosure nor death. To life she refuses nothing. Her language does not contain, it carries; it does not hold back; it makes possible.