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.

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

Great books are the ones that are urgent, life-changing, the ones that crack open the reader’s skull and heart.

We read each other through our eyes, and anatomically they are an extension of our brains. When we catch someone's eye, we look into a mind.

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

Libraries are sexual dream factories. The langour brings it on.

The fictive is an emormous territory it turns out, its boundaries vague, and there is little certainty about where it begins and ends.