We are, none of us, 'either' mothers or daughters; to our amazement, confusion, and greater complexity, we are both.

There is no 'the truth,' 'a truth'--truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity.

... passion for survival is the great theme of women's poetry.

I think about the possibilities for empathy, for mutual solidarity among gay men and lesbians, not simply as people who suffer under homophobia, but as people who are also extremely creative, active, and have a particular understanding of the human condition.

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.

I guess what concerns me always is the need for a field, a rich compost, for any art to flourish. But however isolate or unheard you may feel, if you have the need to write poetry, are compelled to write it, you go on, whether there is resonance or not.

Lesbian existence comprises both the breaking of a taboo and the rejection of a compulsory way of life. It is also a direct or indirect attack on the male right of access to women.