My father represented authority, which meant—to me—that he could not also represent understanding.

The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice.

I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave.

What we refer to confidently as memory is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling.

In talking about the past, we lie with every breath we draw.

If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.

I am the cat that walks alone.