Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to be.

At a certain point I'm going to want to have a family.

The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works, is the family.

When trouble comes, it's your family that supports you.

The family you come from isn't as important as the family you're going to have.

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.

I need my family to remind me in a loving and nice way to lighten up.

Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.

My family is my strength and my weakness.

For all of those willing to help me start a family, I am flattered. I will let you know when I need your help.