The Only Book That Is Worth Writing

Women Must Write Through Their Bodies, They Must Invent The Impregnable Language That Will Wreck Partitions, Classes, And Rhetorics, Regulations And Codes, They Must Submerge, Cut Through, Get Beyond The Ultimate Reverse-discourse, Including The One That Laughs At The Very Idea Of Pronouncing The Word "silence"...in One Another We Will Never Be Lacking.

Writing Is The Passageway, The Entrance, The Exit, The Dwelling Place Of The Other In Me.

If My Desire Is Possible, It Means The System Is Already Letting Something Else Through.

Me Too, I Make Do, I Anoint What Cannot Be Fixed.

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.