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

Every painting is always two paintings: The one you see, and the one you remember.

A book is a collaboration between the one who reads and what is read and, at its best, that coming together is a love story like any other.

There is no future without a past, because what is to be cannot be imagined except as a form of repetition.

That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

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

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

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

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.

Memory changes as a person matures.

Some people insist that 'mediocre' is better than 'best.' They delight in clipping wings because they themselves can't fly. They despise brains because they have none.

It has always been my contention that an individual who can be relied upon to be himself and to be honest unto himself can be relied upon in every other way.

She lied to me today, " Archie said."A teenager?" Susan said with faux surprise. "Lying to an authority figure? Impossible.

To be honest, there is a tourists' trail; my family had a farm and a gas station, and you can go and see my birthplace, though where I lived is actually under a freeway now.

The more I see and know about life, the more ideas I have and the more I want to make art.

Love must be the first thought and the last thought of the day, if you wish to live in peace and happiness.

It is no coincidence that the words 'trying' and 'dying' are only a few letters apart.

Let us learn upon earth those things which can call us to heaven.

Is it progress if a cannibal uses a fork?

Art, it seems to me, should simplify.