Blood Quote by Hélène Cixous

“(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

“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

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

“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

“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

Perhaps what I do not manage to operate rapidly enough is the passage between the outside and the inside.

— Helene Cixous

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

— Hélène Cixous

“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

“...and this morning I am without fire, my marrow is ash, I am very sad.”

— Hélène Cixous

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

— Helene Cixous

“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

“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