Infancy is irretrievable. Its memories live underground. To what extent they return by stealth or are triggered by various catalysts remains an ongoing question.

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

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

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.

Every sickness has an alien quality, a feeling of invasion and loss of control that is evident in the language we use about it.

The truth is that personality inevitably bleeds into all forms of our intellectual life. We all extrapolate from our own lives in order to understand the world.

Dreaming is another form of thinking, more concrete, more economical, more visual, and often more emotional than the thoughts of the day, but a thinking through of the day, nevertheless.

Memory is essential to who we are, and memories can be both implicit and explicit - unconscious and conscious.

There's a phenomenology of being sick, one that depends on temperament, personal history, and the culture which we live in.

True 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.

He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch.

And time inherently creates a story. Things begin and they end. How they end is the story. Or maybe it's what happens between when they begin and end that's the story.

Unemployment rates among Americans who never went to college are about double that of those who have a postsecondary education.

I hope the snow covers everything so all the footsteps are silenced, and the whole city can be at peace.

Prospecting for oil is a dynamic art... The greatest single element in all prospecting, past, present and future, is the man willing to take a chance

The basic lesson of our relativistic universe is that things change. Any power must always meet a greater power.

A lot of times in the rhetoric, people forget the facts. And the facts are that thousands of small businesses-Hispanically owned or otherwise-pay taxes at the highest marginal rate.

When life is rosy, we may slide by with knowing about Jesus, with imitating him and quoting him and speaking of him. But only in suffering will we know Jesus.

Get some money, buy a red coffeepot, move out. Find a new place to plug it in.

I seem to voice a lot of sweet, kind of dumb yellow characters for some reason.