Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers.

We shared. Parents. Home. Pets. Celebrations. Catastrophes. Secrets. And the threads of our experience became so interwoven that we are linked. I can never be utterly lonely, knowing you share the planet.

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.

Bears need people. People need bears.

It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.

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

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