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

A sister is the cure for swollen heads and ego trips. One may a star, a Chief Executive-famous and rich and beautiful. But one's sister has the family photo album. And a long, long memory. And a tendency to wink at one on Top Occasions.

If you've only one breath left, use it to say thank you.

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

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.

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

Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.