Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer.

The faculty of memory cannot be separated from the imagination. They go hand in hand. To one degree or another, we all invent our personal pasts. And for most of us those pasts are built from emotionally colored memories.

I myself have perceived women's actions as more aggressive than I would have in men because I too am walking around with my own biases. The way to fight them is to become conscious of them.

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

Not telling is just as interesting as telling I have found. Why speech, that short verbal journey from inside to outside can be excrutiating under certain circumstances is fascinating.

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

Reading is perception as translation. The inert signs of an alphabet become living meanings in the mind.