There's a phenomenology of being sick, one that depends on temperament, personal history, and the culture which we live in.

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

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.

Correlation is not cause, it is just a 'music of chance'.

It is fascinating to me that when the lists of the great writers are trotted out year after year, you often find lists without a single woman mentioned.

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

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