Perhaps What I Do Not Manage To

I Am Sick Of Death And Worst Of All This Sickness Feeds On Itself, The More Afraid I Am The More I Am Afraid The More I Flee The More I Am Afraid The More I Am Haunted.

Other-love Is Writing's First Name.

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.

In The Synagogue Of My Heart... I Myself Jail And The Jailed, I Go Wounded, Bite-marked