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.

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

Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.

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.

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

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

Other-Love is writing's first name.