In the Midst of Winter

by Isabel Allende

she felt her own soul as an incandescent light within her, sustaining her, an eternal light that could not be affected by the urgencies of existence. She found a point of absolute calm at the very center of herself.

‘In the midst of winter, I finally found there was within me an invincible summer.’ ” “Did you just think of that?” “No. It’s by Albert Camus.”