Memory changes as a person matures.

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.

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.

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

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.

So, I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

There is a certain transcendent joy in creating a thing of beauty. But even more fulfilling is to become a being of beauty.

Since the Word became flesh (John 1.14), heaven and earth remain indissolubly joined.

The joy of life is being able to do the things we wish to do!

Truthfulness is the real mark of integrity.

So many models have cool boyfriends.

Giving back is always something I'm doing - I'm honored for this, to always give back to the community.

Excuses are the cradle ... that Satan rocks men off to sleep in.

The world is always ending, for someone.

Good keepers sniff out attacks whether with the feet or a throw out.