What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from birth to death. – Diane Ackerman, An Alchemy of Mind: The Marvel and Mystery of the Brain

When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep. Nay, and when I walk alone in a beautiful Orchard, if my Thoughts are some part of the Time taken up with strange Occurrences, I some part of the Time call them back again to my Walk, or to the Orchard, to the Sweetness of the Solitude, and to my self. – Michel de Montaigne, “Of Experience,” translated from French by Charles Cotton

We all know the part of us that needs to be harnessed. It takes someone else to know the part of us that needs to be set free. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com