Status Updates From Helene Cixous, Rootprints

“My mother the proof, my mother who circulates in me, my mother who is in me as I was in her, what a strange bond, strange and red, contained, and which does not collect itself, does not stop, which goes by, escapes, follows its course across generations, carrying our colours well beyond ourselves,” p.129.

“I am not separate from writing, I only began to become myself in writing,” p. 93.

“Reading feels to me like a making love,” p. 41.

“Cowards die many times before their death,” p. 25.

“As for love: I have always thought that the person I love is the person with whom I can be vulnerable without being taken advantage of,” p. 22.

“We do not know how to suffer, this is perhaps the worst. It is our greatest loss. And we do not know how to enjoy. Suffering and joy have the same root.
Knowing how to suffer is knowing how to have joy in suffering.
Knowing how to enjoy is knowing how to have such intense joy that it almost becomes suffering. Good suffering.”