We must learn to speak the language women speak when there is no one there to correct us. — Helene Cixous
In the synagogue of my heart… I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked — Helene Cixous
Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me. — Helene Cixous
If my desire is possible, it means the system is already letting something else through. — Helene Cixous
