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

Writing fiction is like remembering what never happened.

Men generally do not see women as competition.

Intellectual curiosity about one's own illness is certainly born of a desire for mastery. If I couldn't cure myself, perhaps I could at least begin to understand myself.

Dreaming is another form of thinking, more concrete, more economical, more visual, and often more emotional than the thoughts of the day, but a thinking through of the day, nevertheless.

There is no future without a past, because what is to be cannot be imagined except as a form of repetition.

Widowers marry again because it makes their lives easier. Widows often don't, because it makes their lives harder. [p. 61]