- My instructors in science and technology have taught us about how the brain works. It's full of electrical impulses. It's like a computer. If you stimulate one part of the brain with an electrode, it... - They know nothing.

The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

You will be faced, now, with pain of a magnitude that none of us here can comprehend because it is beyond our experience. The Receiver himself was not able to describe it, only to remind us that you would be faced with it, that you would need immense courage.

Things seem more when you’re little. They seem bigger, and distances seem farther.

I don't set out to transmit a message. I don't write with a political point of view. There are no religious overtones. Looking back at my books, I can say, 'Oh, yes, it is there.' But it's not in my mind when I write.

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.