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

Memory changes as a person matures.

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.

Every sickness has an alien quality, a feeling of invasion and loss of control that is evident in the language we use about it.

Ture stories can't be told forward, only backward. We invent them from the vantage point of an ever-changing present and tell ourselves how they unfolded.

under our love making I felt a bleakness that couldnt be dispelled. The sadness was in both of us, and I think we pitied ourselves that night, as if we were other people looking down on the couple who lay together on the bed

Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer, and each dreamer has his own folds to open and knots to untie.