Me Too, I Make Do, I Anoint

I Am Not Innocent. Innocence Is A Science Of The Sublime. And I Am Only At The Very Beginning Of The Apprenticeship.

When I Write, It's Everything That We Don't Know We Can Be That Is Written Out Of Me, Without Exclusions, Without Stipulation, And Everything We Will Be Calls Us To The Unflagging, Intoxicating, Unappeasable Search For Love. In One Another We Will Never Be Lacking.

We Must Learn To Speak The Language Women Speak When There Is No One There To Correct Us.

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

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.