#the selected plays of hélène cixous

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Portrait of Dora”

Text ID: Can’t you love me a little? Just a little bit?

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Portrait of Dora”

Text ID: She resembles hidden, / vindictive, dangerous loves.

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Black Sail, White Sail”

Text ID: A hundred times already I have lain in my tomb, / Perhaps I am still there now…

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City”

Text ID: Through blood our love and hate flow wild.

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City”

Text ID: We are all equal before death,

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Black Sail, White Sail”

Text ID: I am what I am, may you find someone better.