'In woman there is always, more or less, something of ‘the mother ’repairing and feeding, resisting separation, a force that does not let itself be cut off but runs codes ragged. The relationship to childhood (the child she was, she is, she acts and makes and starts anew, and unites at the place where, as a same she even others herself), is no more cut off than is the relationship to the ‘mother’, as it consists of delights and violences.’
Cixous and Clement