“Out of the new arrivals in our lives–the odd word stumbled upon in a difficult text, the handsome black stranger who bursts in one night through the cat door, the telephone call out of a friend’s silence of years, the sudden greeting from the girl-child—we constantly make of ourselves our selves.”
— Nancy Mairs
“In the grammar of the phallus — the I, I, I — [woman] can’t utter female experience.”
— Nancy Mairs