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

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

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

What we have in common is what keeps us apart.

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

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.