Humor tells you where the trouble is.

Sometimes I feel like a sisterless child.

What we have in common is what keeps us apart.

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

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

What is commonly called literary history is actually a record of choices.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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