Who am I, then, if my memory is impaired?

Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur.

We children of schizophrenics are the great secret keepers, the ones who don't want you to think that anything is wrong.

We humans are different - our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them, our recollections in their retelling.

I felt held hostage by her illness and by the backward mental health system that once again was incapable of helping our family in crisis.

Cheryl Strayed reminds us, in her lyrical and courageous memoir Wild, of what it means to be fully alive, even in the face of catastrophe, physical and psychic hardship, and loss.

I don't want to be the person who gasps in fear whenever she hears the sound of a doorbell or a phone. I just want to lose myself in these hills, in the river winding west to the city of bridges.

We humans are different--our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them. Our recollections change in their retelling.

Nobel Prize-winning neuroscientist Eric Kandel says we are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember. Who am I, then, if my memory is impaired?

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I wasn't completely alone.

Virtue would go far if vanity did not keep it company.Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Kids coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan deserve to come back to 21st century medical care.

Concern for man and his fate must always form the chief interest of all technical endeavors. Never forget this in the midst of your diagrams and equations.

My own definition of leadership is this: The capacity and the will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence.

To live is to see, and traveling sometimes speeds up the process.

Let me ever love Thyself more than Thy service.

Our own country seemed more polarized than it's ever been and since the two terrorist attacks of 9/11, religion was in greater disrepute than at any other time in my lifetime.

Jesus specialized in menial tasks that everyone else tried to avoid: washing feet, helping children, fixing breakfast, and serving lepers. Nothing was beneath him, because he came to serve.

You see somebody rapping and you're like, "Nah, my cousin can do that." You're spoiled by the experience. Overseas, it's still something that people can appreciate.