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

Not telling is just as interesting as telling I have found. Why speech, that short verbal journey from inside to outside can be excrutiating under certain circumstances is fascinating.

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

I remember thinking how easy it is to speak in clichés, to steal a line from pulp fiction and let it fall. We can only hover around the inexpressible with our words anyway, and there is comfort in saying what we have heard before.

There is no reason we should expect young children to enter the nocturnal darkness of sleep and dreams without help.

Reading is perception as translation. The inert signs of an alphabet become living meanings in the mind.

No matter how brilliant or accomplished they are, there is something emasculating for men in being pitted against a woman. It is even more true in creative fields already considered to be "squishy" and feminine, and it's a big problem because great women have been left off the record.