“As soon as we embrace, we salivate, one of us wants to eat, one of us is going to be swallowed up in little pieces, we all want to be eaten, in the beginning we were all formerly born-to-eat, wolfing it down, eating like a horse; we are starved, full of whetted appetites—but better not say it, or else we’ll never dare to love. Or to be loved.”
— Hélène Cixous, “Love of the Wolf” (translated by Keith Cohen)
