After years of having immersed myself in science, I do think that if you master several different ways of thinking, it makes your own thought processes more agile.

Every painting is always two paintings: The one you see, and the one you remember.

A book is a collaboration between the one who reads and what is read and, at its best, that coming together is a love story like any other.

There is no future without a past, because what is to be cannot be imagined except as a form of repetition.

That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer, and each dreamer has his own folds to open and knots to untie.

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

Ture stories can't be told forward, only backward. We invent them from the vantage point of an ever-changing present and tell ourselves how they unfolded.

Memory changes as a person matures.

What other people think of me is not my business.

How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?

Things always happen in series.

The dominant expression of a child is gravity.

The lesson to learn is to pay attention for 90 minutes because in front of you are great champions.

Pamela Anderson is a great dancer considering she can't see her feet.

Term limits would cure both senility and seniority- both terrible legislative diseases.

The mystery is that whoever shows up when we dare to give has exactly what we need hidden in their trouble.

Unless and until you are detached, you cannot ascend.

The golf links lie so near the mill, That almost every day, The laboring children can look out, And watch the men at play