Possessing the Secret of Joy

If you lie to yourself about your own pain, you will be killed by those who will claim you enjoyed it.

the God of woman is autonomy

I have the uncanny feeling that, just at the end of my life, I am beginning to reinhabit completely the body I long ago left.

World wars have been fought and lost; for every war is against the world and every war against the world is lost.

My fantasy life. Without it I'm afraid to exist.

It is as if my self is hiding behind an iron door.

As others might prepare for an exam whose subject matter is unknown to them, so I must study, cram, for every conversation with my folks.

I think of the meaning of the word "testimony." Originally it named the custom of two men holding each other's testicles in a gesture of trust, later to metamorphose into the handshake.

Tashi dice que quiere enfrentarse al pelotón de fusilamiento vestida de rojo. Le recuerdo que su sentencia está siendo apelada. También cabe la esperanza de que los Estados Unidos hagan valer la ciudadanía norteamericana de Tashi. Es igual, quiero ir de rojo, dice, pase lo que pase. Estoy harta del blanco y el negro. Ninguno va primero. El rojo, el color de la sangre de mujer, los precede a ambos. De modo que cosemos.

In truth, it made me pity him, and see him as a fool.