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 power of music, whether joyous or cathartic must steal on one unawares, come spontaneously as a blessing or a grace--

My religion is nature. That’s what arouses those feelings of wonder and mysticism and gratitude in me.

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

A disease is never a mere loss or excess. There is always a reaction on the part of the organism or individual to restore, replace or compensate for and to preserve its identity, however strange the means may be.

In terms of brain development, musical performance is every bit as important educationally as reading or writing.

Thus the feeling I sometimes have - which all of us who work closely with aphasiacs have - that one cannot lie to an aphasiac. He cannot grasp your words, and cannot be deceived by them; but what he grasps he grasps with infallible precision, namely the expression that goes with the words, the total, spontaneous, involuntary expressiveness which can never be simulated or faked, as words alone can, too easily.