The question arises as to whether it is possible not to live in the world of men and still to live in the world.

we perceive silence where, in fact, there is a muffler.

What we have in common is what keeps us apart.

In becoming archaeologists of the world of our mothers, we are trying to retrieve the female past and to invent a future.

What is haunting is that people fallen off the train threaten those who remain on board.

I say you hurt me. You say I scorned you. We say we care. It begins. The conversation begins.

Sometimes I feel like a sisterless child.