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.

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.

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

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

If my desire is possible, it means the system is already letting something else through.

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