For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

Sisters share the scent and smells... the feel of a common childhood.

It's hard to visualize the toys you had fifty years ago - all save bear. He's as clear as if he were sitting on the desk in front of you...of course...he probably is.

Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.

We have become a society where the artist is regarded as a self-indulgent superfluity, and the person who juggles stocks and shares is an essential part of the economy.

When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?

If there is a heaven, it's certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them.