for many people, loneliness was an experience of time. 'Not knowing what to do with yourself' was the way it was usually put.

Sometimes I feel like a sisterless child.

Humor tells you where the trouble is.

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

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

Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down. "Never leave me," it says; "do not abandon me."

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