What we have in common is what keeps us apart.

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

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

Humor tells you where the trouble is.

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.

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