Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.
Katherine MansfieldNo, no the mind I love must still have wild places - a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown litde wood, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with those litde flowers planted by the wind.
Katherine MansfieldI have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.
Katherine Mansfield