We now know that memories are not fixed or frozen, like Proust's jars of preserves in a larder, but are transformed, disassembled, reassembled, and recategorized with every act of recollection.

... the body, normally, is never in question: our bodies are beyond question, or perhaps beneath question - they are simply, unquestionably, there. This unquestionability of the body, is, for Wittgenstein, the start and basis of all knowledge and certainty.

Fascinating, Doidge's book is a remarkable and hopeful portrait of the endless adaptability of the human brain.

Much more of the brain is devoted to movement than to language. Language is only a little thing sitting on top of this huge ocean of movement.

Nature gropes and blunders and performs the crudest acts. There is no steady advance upward. There is no design.

I rejoice when I meet gifted young people... I feel the future is in good hands.

I often feel that life is about to begin, only to realize it is almost over.