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."

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

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

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

What we have in common is what keeps us apart.

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

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

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

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.

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

The moment you vote, you are a citizen. But moment you make your vote public, you are a politician.

Feeling a little grumpy, Melvin decided he would no longer take a bath ever again. Therefore, with that in mind, he marched off into the woods.

The trouble with poetry is it's often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

Opened Christmas cards hum to me the hymn of love and teach me the sacrament of correspondence.

Every kind of music is good, except the boring kind.

In the morning of like, work; in the midday, give counsel; in the evening, pray.

Money can't buy happiness, but it does quiet the nerves.

I think it's great that people now have access to Pro Tools and other recording software at home. I've never understood how anyone could be comfortable in a recording studio

So, Beav, tell me about yourself." "I'm Blue." "Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn't be too happy, either." "My name is Blue. Blue Bailey.

Specialization is the great evil of civilization.