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

in the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked

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

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

Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort.

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

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