Excerpts from Between Us

"It's not just a matter of a woman falling in love with another woman, it's a whole way of approaching life..." (Charoula to Gail, 1961)

"I love that we're nice to each other... I don't feel that there's anything I haven't told you that I've needed to. I have been as honest as I know how ..."
(Rebecca to Cherese, 1992)

"I want to send you to wonderous places so you can come back & tell me about them & we can try to figure out what the deal is about this thing called sex." (Gretchen to Ann, 1991)

"...when he said `Our Heavenly Father,' I said `Oh Darling Sue'; when he read the 100th Psalm, I kept saying your precious letter all over to myself, and Susie, when they sang... I made up words and kept singing how I loved you..."
(Emily [Dickinson] to Susan, 1842)

"Any moron with enough time and enough lubrication could make me come rubbing my clit. Only Joan can get me this aroused and this contented by rubbing my feet." (Martha to Joan, 1994)

"I live an hour-plus away from the nearest dykes I know... I can't afford to play the cautious, testing games, the delicate dance of waiting until I happen to see you again; it could be months..."
(Bethroot to Thyme, 1977)

"I want to show up in your dreams and kiss you forever." (Dita to Annette, 1991)

"Pierrot, sitting on my lap, rubbing my face...
He sends you a loving bite."
(Panther [Tommy] to Elsa, 1928-29)

"I release you into the great sea of love from whence you first came to me."
(Catherine to Christina, 1985)

"I wore your ugly knotted gold earring like a trophy. I HATE YOU FOR MAKING ME LOSE FAITH IN LOVE."
(Tatiana to Gloria, 1994)

"I think I made love with you at first sight. . . . It was 1970. You were only seventy then."
(Celeste to Elsa, 1985)

". . . the love I get for you will make a bool dog break his chain, and I don't care what you used to be but I know what you are to day if you love me or I love you what has the world to say."
(Ocean to Gloria, c. 1929)

"If you come out Rosh Hashanah, we shall try to go to the park or somewhere alone. Nature will be our only companion. Then how about having a service all our own, just for ourselves."
(Y. to D., 1944)

"Throw over your man, I say, and come." (Virginia Woolf to
Vita Sackville-West, c. 1927)