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.

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.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.

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

A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.

An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.

A friend is the only person you will let into the house when you are Turning Out Drawers.