What we have in common is what keeps us apart.

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.

Much female conversation is, in fact, about survival - but in code.

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

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

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.

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