In loneliness, in sickness, in confusion-the mere knowledge of friendship makes it possible to endure, even if the friend is powerless to help. It is enough that they exist. Friendship is not diminished by distance or time, by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence. It is in these things that it roots most deeply. It is from these things that it flowers.

In a world gone bad, a bear - even a bear standing on its head - is a comforting, uncomplicated, dependable hunk of sanity.

Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers, singers of songs.

Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.

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.

The work of a garden bears visible fruits-in a world where most of our labours seem suspiciously meaningless.

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