Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.

What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss - as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle into every finger and toe?

What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.

This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.