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.

Our personalities seem dangerously to blur and overlap with our mother's; and, in a desperate attempt to know where mother ends and daughter begins, we perform radical surgery.

My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.

It is the lesbian in us who is creative, for the dutiful daughter of the fathers in us is only a hack.

motherhood is the great mesh in which all human relations are entangled, in which lurk our most elemental assumptions about love and power.

The more I live, the more I think, two people together is a miracle.

TV has created a kind of false collectivity.