Motherhood, In The Sense Of An Intense,

All New Learning Looks At First Like Chaos.

Love, Our Subject: We've Trained It Like Ivy To Our Walls.

To Become A Token Woman - Whether You Win The Nobel Prize Or Merely Get Tenure At The Cost Of Denying Your Sisters - Is To Become Something Less Than A Man... Since Men Are Loyal At Least To Their Own World-view, Their Laws Of Brotherhood And Self-interest.

No One Sleeps In This Room Without The Dream Of A Common Language.

Our Personalities Seem Dangerously To Blur And Overlap With Our Mother's; And, In A Desperate Attempt To Know Where Mother Ends And Daughter Begins, We Perform Radical Surgery.