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

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.

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

And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that writing is walking on a dizzying silence setting one word after the other on emptiness. Writing is miraculous and terrifying like the flight of a bird who has no wings but flings itself out and only gets wings by flying.

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

We must kill the false woman who is preventing the live one from breathing.