The illusion of companionship sits waiting in the television set. We keep our televisions on more than we watch them - an average of more than seven hours a day. For background. For company.

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

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

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

What we have in common is what keeps us apart.

Sometimes I feel like a sisterless child.

Everytime I say "sure" when I mean "no," everytime I smile brightly when I'm exploding with rage, every time I imagine my man's achievement is my own, I know the cheerleader never really died. I feel her shaking her ass inside me and I hear her breathless, girlish voice mutter "T-E-A-M, Yea, Team.