Thinking Is Trying To Think The Unthinkable:

The Only Book That Is Worth Writing Is The One We Don’t Have The Courage Or Strength To Write. The Book That Hurts Us (we Who Are Writing), That Makes Us Tremble, Redden, Bleed

Love Is When You Suddenly Wake Up As A Cannibal, And Not Just Any Old Cannibal, Or Else Wake Up Destined For Devourment.

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

By Writing Her Self, Woman Will Return To The Body Which Has Been More Than Confiscated From Her, Which Has Been Turned Into The Uncanny Stranger On Display - The Ailing Or Dead Figure, Which So Often Turns Out To Be The Nasty Companion, The Cause And Location Of Inhibitions. Censor The Body And You Censor Breath And Speech At The Same Time. Write Your Self. Your Body Must Be Heard. Only Then Will The Immense Resources Of The Unconscious Spring Forth.

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.