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

Our brain and our whole nervous system and our whole body are only created in relation to other people and to the environment. So what we have here is an enormously complex notion of both consciousness and unconsciousness. That's why these models get very difficult, because you can't reduce our subjective and intersubjective experience to neural reductions.

Many writers over the centuries simply do not have the reputations they deserve because they were female, and that is an act of suppression.

The old story is true:Women have to be less emotional than men.

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?

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.

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