I don't know a whole lot about symbolism. There seems to me to be a potential danger in symbolism. I feel more comfortable with metaphors and similes.

What's really important here," I whispered loudly to myself,"is not the big things other people have thought up, but the small things you, yourself have

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.

Properly speaking, should any individual ever have exact, clear knowledge of his own core consciousness?" "I wouldn't know," I said. "Nor would we," said the scientists.

My heroes don't have anything special. They have something to tell other people but they don't know how, so they talk to themselves.

From the girl who sat before me now...surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has popped into the world with the coming of spring. Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair. I hadn't seen a face so vivid and expressive in ages, and I enjoyed watching it live and move.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.