Quotes by Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea

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I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
But I am just a woman who thinks her duty is not to forget. And this duty, which I believe I must fulfill, is: "as a wom — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
--All that because Promethea is a woman? All this uproar, this trembling, this resistance?--Yes. No. Y-Yes...Naynayno. W — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
I Drink. I Burn. I Dream.And Sometimes, I tell Stories ! — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams.And sometimes I tell a story. Because Promethea asks me for a bowl of words befo — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
It is because of this sea between us. The earth has never, up to now, separated us. But, ever since yesterday, there has — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
You make me thirsty, Promethea, my river, you make me eternally thirsty, my water. As if I had spent my life in an old h — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
If ever again we happened to lose our balance, just when sleepwalking through the same dream on the brink of hell’s vall — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
We are going toward the sea. I have swollen. I am carried away. Sometimes at night love comes up so quickly and so high, — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
This is what’s happening: together we are descending the stairs of the heart, which lead to the sources. (It is a secret — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
Everything she wanted to tell her, was unable to tell her, because she was afraid of hearing her own voice come out of h — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
All I know: I could only encounter you, my oasis, coming out of a desert. Deserted myself. This is all right. My futurel — Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea