Rereading the last letters

I lie awake, rereading the last letters I received, and writing in the diary. The essence of all I have lived in the last ten years rests in these briefcases. I have run away with a part of my treasures, my memories, my obsession with preserving, portraying, recording. All of us may die, but in these pages we will continue to smile, talk, make love.

- Anaïs Nin