Human beings are repetitive animals. All meaning is generated through repetition.

I remember thinking how easy it is to speak in clichés, to steal a line from pulp fiction and let it fall. We can only hover around the inexpressible with our words anyway, and there is comfort in saying what we have heard before.

Every sickness has an alien quality, a feeling of invasion and loss of control that is evident in the language we use about it.

Women really are not supposed to be imaginative. That creativity of this kind is supposed to belong to men. You know, because women make babies. I find the double standards shocking.

Correlation is not cause, it is just a 'music of chance'.

There is no reason we should expect young children to enter the nocturnal darkness of sleep and dreams without help.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.