Other-Love is writing's first name.

Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort.

Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.

We must learn to speak the language women speak when there is no one there to correct us.

Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.

We must kill the false woman who is preventing the live one from breathing.

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

Everything ends with flowers.

I am not innocent. Innocence is a science of the sublime. And I am only at the very beginning of the apprenticeship.

Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.

If I don't see the reason of someone being my friend, chances are, we are just floating and I need a ship to set sail.

You can’t translate somethingthat was never in a languagein the first place.

I discovered that joy is not the negation of pain, but rather acknowledging the presence of pain and feeling happiness in spite of it.

Women get the attention when we get into the men's arena, and that's sad.

I never lost my belief, in the midst of setbacks which were not spared me during my period of struggle. Providence has had the last word and brought me success.

A large city cannot be experientially known; its life is too manifold for any individual to be able to participate in it.

People always form images of who others are, and they can be inflated images.

The public regards lawyers with great distrust. They think lawyers are smarter than the average guy but use their intelligence deviously. Well, they're wrong. Usually they are not smarter.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

The laws of cricket tell of the English love of compromise between a particular freedom and a general orderliness, or legality.