Helene Cixous

“At first I really wrote to bar death…I write the encore. Still here I write life…We always live without reason…once thought is introduced, one reason is brought into proximity with life, you have the makings of madness…I’m afraid that life will become foreign. That it will no longer be this nothing that makes immediate sense in my body, but instead, outside me…But who is the woman spared by questioning? Don’t you, you too, ask yourself: who am I, who will I have been, why-me, why-not-me? Don’t you tremble with uncertainty? Aren’t you, like me, constantly struggling not to fall into the trap? Which means you’re in the trap already, because fear of doubting is already the doubt that you fear. And why can’t the question of why-am-I just leave me in peace? Why does it through me off balance?” --Cixous