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
“Writing, in its noblest function, is the attempt to unerase, to unearth, to find the primitive picture again, ours, the one that… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“And why don't you write? Write! Writing is for you, you are for you; your body is yours, take it. I know… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“This book is my obliging you. This is a book I never would have dared write, if I did not feel protected… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“That is the definition of truth, it is the thing you must not say. “The miracle into which the child and the… — 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
Women must write through their bodies, they must invent the impregnable language that will wreck partitions, classes, and rhetorics, regulations and codes,… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“We should write as we dream; we should even try and write, we should all do it for ourselves, it’s very healthy,… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“for a week she has been tormented, she burns to write something, gentle warmth emanates from her whole body, but still nothing… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me. — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
By writing her self, woman will return to the body which has been more than confiscated from her, which has been turned… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard. — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“The writer is a secret criminal. How? First because writing tries to undertake the journey toward strange sources of art that are… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable. — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“I will talk about truth again, without which (without the word truth , without the mystery truth ) there would be no… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“The most beautiful things cannot be written, unfortunately. Fortunately. We would have to be able to write with our eyes, with wild… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“When I write, all those that we don’t know we can be write themselves from me, without exclusion, without prediction, and everything… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
The only book that is worth writing is the one we don’t have the courage or strength to write. The book that… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“I would touch its walls with my fingers and its ceilings with my looks, I would invoke the powers of writing, I… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation,… — Helene Cixous Copy Share Image
“This is what writing is: I one language, I another language, and between the two, the line that makes them vibrate; writing… — 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
