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.

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

Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer.

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

We lose ourselves in stories; that's the beauty of literary art.

Good books, written by men or women, are ones in which you lose consciousness of the person writing the sentences.

There is this assumption that much of what I write is about my life, and that simply is not true.