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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.

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

Power belongs to the smallest and to the dead.

People do not see you, / They invent you and accuse you.

Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.

You can go on losing after loss.

And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams.
And sometimes I tell a story. Because Promethea asks me for a bowl of words before she goes to sleep.

My voice repels death; my death; your death; my voice is my other. I write and you are not dead. The other is safe if I write.

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

Other-Love is writing's first name.

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

To fly/steal is woman's gesture, to steal into language to make it fly.

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

Everything ends with flowers.

This whole book is composed of first pages.

It is essential to exchange the invisible ring for all that we call survival, survive, survivor.

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

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

A true solitude is not unbearable since it allows for otherness.

The author is not only the one who signs but also a completely unknown person blended with (legendary,] mythical, complex, variable consanguinity.

This book is my obliging you. This is a book I never would have dared write, if I did not feel protected and obligated by your madness.

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

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

I Drink. I Burn. I Dream.
And Sometimes, I tell Stories !

Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.

I, too, overflow; ... my body knows unheard-of songs.

This is a book of raw flesh.

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

And this morning I am without fire, my marrow is ash, I am very sad.

Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.

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

There are so many kinds of reality, and so many secret openings in the walls we think are mute.

Those who are locked up know better than their jailers the taste of free air.

Hold still we're going to do your portrait, so that you can begin looking like it right away.

And I want to become a woman I can love. I want to meet women who love themselves, who are alive, who are not debased, overshadowed, wiped out.

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

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

Writing, in its noblest function, is the attempt to unerase, to unearth, to find the primitive picture again, ours, the one that frightens us.

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

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

They will never forgive us for this Somewhere Else.

It is said that life and death are under the power of language.

I did not even know this existed ... this world, I did not know. I thought it existed only in one's head, and in dreams ... And now: here I am.

Beauty will no longer be forbidden.

The more I anoint the more my mind adheres physically to the mysterious fabric of love.
I am decutie. Worn thin. You know that word?

So little by little I climb towards life, in the straitjacket of my prison. I don't waste an ounce of air or sun. I explore I bring to light.