Hélène Cixous

“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”

— Hélène Cixous

“Power belongs to the smallest and to the dead.”

— Hélène Cixous

“All literature is scarry.”

— Helene Cixous

Other-Love is writing's first name.

— Helene Cixous

“This whole book is composed of first pages.”

— Hélène Cixous

Everything ends with flowers.

— Helene Cixous

“They will never forgive us for this Somewhere Else.”

— Hélène Cixous

Me too, I make do, I anoint what cannot be fixed.

— Helene Cixous

“To fly/steal is woman’s gesture, to steal into language to make it fly.”

— Hélène Cixous

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

— Helene Cixous

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

— Helene Cixous

It is said that life and death are under the power of language.

— Helene Cixous

“I, too, overflow; ... my body knows unheard-of songs.”

— Hélène Cixous

“It is essential to exchange the invisible ring for all that we call survival, survive, survivor.”

— Hélène Cixous

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

— Helene Cixous

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

— Helene Cixous

“Wouldn't the worst be, isn't the worst, in truth, that women aren't castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the…

— Hélène Cixous

“And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams. And sometimes I tell a story. Because Promethea asks me for a bowl…

— Hélène Cixous

I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them…

— Helene Cixous

Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life…

— Helene Cixous

Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for…

— Helene Cixous

“The more I anoint the more my mind adheres physically to the mysterious fabric of love. I am decutie . Worn thin.…

— Hélène Cixous

I am sick of death and worst of all this sickness feeds on itself, the more afraid I am the more I…

— Helene Cixous

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

“The writer is a secret criminal. How? First because writing tries to undertake the journey toward strange sources of art that are…

— Hélène Cixous

“But I may also be afraid. I am afraid. I have already read it. And, not to lie to you, I liked…

— Hélène Cixous

“I would touch its walls with my fingers and its ceilings with my looks, I would invoke the powers of writing, I…

— Hélène Cixous

“The most beautiful things cannot be written, unfortunately. Fortunately. We would have to be able to write with our eyes, with wild…

— Hélène Cixous

“do everything, I thought, on the contrary, whatever you can to resist the ingenious temptations of compromises, cling to the suffering, stir…

— Hélène Cixous

And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that…

— Helene Cixous

“- Losing is all that's left, I say. - Losing is all we've got left to lose, you say The impossibility of…

— Hélène Cixous

“Everyone knows that a place exists which is not economically or politically indebted to all the vileness and compromise. That is not…

— Hélène Cixous

“Above all, one could hold onto everything: the suffering to the quick and its whims, the sticky shadows, somber viscosity of the…

— Hélène Cixous

“Promethea has awakened in me dreams extinguished for thousands of years; sometimes one catches on fire even through so many icy layers.…

— Hélène Cixous

“Here I am now. And it is hell. Paradise? Yes, I still am here, but who? only myself, with my small waist,…

— Hélène Cixous

“for a week she has been tormented, she burns to write something, gentle warmth emanates from her whole body, but still nothing…

— Hélène Cixous

“Suddenly I'd had Enough and this was no turn of phrase but a warm body, nervous, with a constitution I could count…

— Hélène Cixous

“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

“I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so…

— Hélène Cixous

“Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst - burst with forms much more…

— Hélène Cixous