Lourdes

“This is what I desired: to be the immaterial production of the peace of his body, to add myself to his death, to be the rippling transparent sheet which envelops him and in the very time of weaving to dwell in the most secret part of the chest and mingled with the oldest of his desires to linger to efface myself on the endless edge of his Most Near body. To be dreamt of him as I dreamt him.”
― Hélène Cixous, Tomb(e)

“when Love produces us by playing our bodies. There is Him and Me and beyond there is Him-Us and Us-Me and beyond stands Love which envelops us and weaves us and plays Him, Me, Us and all that we risk against death and which takes aim by playing our bodies which, played, produce Love, to straddle death”
― Hélène Cixous, Tomb(e)

“The lover and the beloved are the two vases of the sand-glass. The sands flow from one into the other. Love turns the sand-glass upside down. Desire flows from one into the other the beloved exhausts the lover then the lover overturns the beloved in order to love him then the beloved takes back from the lover the product of love in order to exhaust it then the lover overturns love in order to be loved then the beloved overturns love inexhaustibly and there’s no present. Desire falls from one to the other body.”
― Hélène Cixous, Tomb(e)

“If I detested him who would I be? I am not without Him, without Him I am not myself, all this is obscure but I want everything, I want the cut and what is cut plus the place of the cutting and its edges, I likewise want the empty notebook, the full notebook and the exergue, the notes of the textamant and the discordance of all the questions.”
― Hélène Cixous, Tomb(e)