“We then spend our lives not seeing what we saw . The picture is there: what we know when we’re small; when… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“ So all is not lost I tell myself; therefore nothing being totally lost, nothing is lost. Something like the courage to… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“To be afraid is the condition of loving knowledge. Were I not dying of fear, I'd not know how to exist myself,… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“A heartbreaking paradox: if only I can finish my work so that it will live. Yet if it is finished, completed ,… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“So little by little I climb towards life, in the straitjacket of my prison. I don't waste an ounce of air or… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“But Promethea cares carnally about what she says. Watch out for words with her! Because Promethea is the person who has not… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“(Because Jonah’s real story is the one never told: never was he as stupendously happy as during those three days and three nights of… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams. And sometimes I tell a story. Because Promethea asks me for a bowl of words… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“The author of what I describe is not myself, it is the Other. First of all it is you, it is the woman, it… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
Perhaps what I do not manage to operate rapidly enough is the passage between the outside and the inside. — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“To fly/steal is woman’s gesture, to steal into language to make it fly.” — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“Those I love go in the direction of what they call the last hour—what Clarice Lispector calls, “the hour of the star,” “the hour… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“...and this morning I am without fire, my marrow is ash, I am very sad.” — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“Writing, in its noblest function, is the attempt to unerase, to unearth, to find the primitive picture again, ours, the one that frightens us.” — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“Here I am now. And it is hell. Paradise? Yes, I still am here, but who? only myself, with my small waist, my small… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
