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.

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.

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.

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

I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them back to life

Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies - for the same reasons, by the same law, with the same fatal goal. Woman must put herself into the text - as into the world and into history - by her own movement.