There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember . . . You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.
Monique WittigLanguage casts sheaves of reality upon the social body, stamping it and violently shaping it.
Monique WittigThe basic agreement between human beings, indeed what makes them human and makes them social, is language.
Monique Wittig