We sometimes imagine we want what we don't really want.

Whenever I sign books, I get this line over and over again from men: "I don't read fiction, but my wife does. Would you sign the book to her?" What are those men doing there? And where are their wives?

We chart delusions through collective agreement.

Demonstration of mastery gives a feeling of power and that feeling of power is a good feeling.

In effect, painting is the still memory of [the artist's] human motion, and our individual responses to it depend on who we are, on our character, which underlines the simple truth that no person leaves himself behind in order to look at a painting.

That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

Memory is essential to who we are, and memories can be both implicit and explicit - unconscious and conscious.