Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer.

All human states are organic brain states - happiness, sadness, fear, lust, dreaming, doing math problems and writing novels - and our brains are not static.

Like countless first-year medical students, immersed in the symptoms of one disease after another, I am alert to the tingles and pangs, the throbs and quivers of my mortal body, each one of which is potentially a sign of the end.

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.

I've often thought that one of us is what we imagine, that each of us normalizes the terrible strangeness of inner life with a variety of convenient fictions.

Every one of us is prone to implicit sexual prejudices, including women.