If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she's wearing your best sweater.

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.

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.

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.

A teddy bear does not depend upon mechanics to give him the semblance of life. He is loved - and therefore he lives.

The trouble with sharing one's bed with cats is that they'd rather sleep on you than beside you.

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.