woman has never her turn to speak-this being all the more serious and unpardonable in that writing is precisely the verypossibilityof change, the space that can serve as a springboard for subversive thought, the precursory movement of a transformation of social and cultural structures.

Woman un-thinks4 the unifying, regulating history that homogenizes and channels forces, herding contradictions into a single battlefield. In woman, personal his-tory blends together with the history of all women, as well as national and world history. As a militant, she is an integral part of all liberations.

Where is the ebullient, infinite woman who, immersed as she was in her naivete, kept in the dark about herself, led into self-disdain by the great arm of parental-conjugal phallocentrism, hasn't been ashamed of her strength?

A process of different subjects knowing one another and beginning one another anew only from the living bound-aries of the other: a multiple and inexhaustible course with millions of encounters and transformations of the same into the other and into the in-between, from which woman takes her forms (and man, in his turn; but that's his other... See more

body (body? bodies?), no more describable than god, the soul, or the Other

It is time to liberate the New Woman from the Old by coming to know her-by loving her for getting by, for getting beyond the Old without delay, by going out ahead of what the New Woman will be, as an arrow quits the bow with a movement that gathers and separates the vibrations musically, in order to be more than her self.

When I write, it's every-thing 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

Beware of diagnoses that would reduce your generative powers.