A Writer's Ruminations

"We’re stormy, and that which is ours breaks loose from us without our fearing any debilitation. Our glances, our smiles, are spent; laughs exude from all our mouths; our blood flows and we extend ourselves without ever reaching an end; we never hold back our thoughts, our signs, our writing; and we’re not afraid of lacking."

— Hélène Cixous, “The Laugh of the Medusa” (translated by Keith Cohen and Paula Cohen)