It is up to me now to choose how to live out the months that remain to me.
We speak not only to tell other people what we think, but to tell ourselves what we think. Speech is a part of thought.
Language, that most human invention, can enable what, in principle, should not be possible. It can allow all of us, even the congenitally blind, to see with another person's eyes.
If a man has lost a leg or an eye, he knows he has lost a leg or an eye; but if he has lost a self-himself-he cannot know it, because he is no longer there to know it.
Thus the feeling I sometimes have - which all of us who work closely with aphasiacs have - that one cannot lie to an aphasiac. He cannot grasp your words, and cannot be deceived by them; but what he grasps he grasps with infallible precision, namely the expression that goes with the words, the total, spontaneous, involuntary expressiveness which can never be simulated or faked, as words alone can, too easily.
Creativity...involves the power to originate, to break away from the existing ways of looking at things, to move freely in the realm of the imagination, to create and recreate worlds fully in one's mind-while supervising all this with a critical inner eye.
The brain is more than an assemblage of autonomous modules, each crucial for a specific mental function. Every one of these functionally specialized areas must interact with dozens or hundreds of others, their total integration creating something like a vastly complicated orchestra with thousands of instruments, an orchestra that conducts itself, with an ever-changing score and repertoire.
In terms of brain development, musical performance is every bit as important educationally as reading or writing.
Music is...a fundamental way of expressing our humanity - and it is often our best medicine.
We see with the eyes, but we see with the brain as well. And seeing with the brain is often called imagination.
I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers.
Much more of the brain is devoted to movement than to language. Language is only a little thing sitting on top of this huge ocean of movement.
People will make a life in their own terms, whether they are deaf or colorblind or autistic or whatever. And their world will be quite as rich and interesting and full as our world.
Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.
My religion is nature. That's what arouses those feelings of wonder and mysticism and gratitude in me.
The power of music to integrate and cure. . . is quite fundamental. It is the profoundest nonchemical medication.
Music can move us to the heights or depths of emotion. It can persuade us to buy something, or remind us of our first date. It can lift us out of depression when nothing else can. It can get us dancing to its beat. But the power of music goes much, much further. Indeed, music occupies more areas of our brain than language does-humans are a musical species.
Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.
In examining disease, we gain wisdom about anatomy and physiology and biology. In examining the person with disease, we gain wisdom about life.
To live on a day-to-day basis is insufficient; we need to transcend, transport, escape; we need meaning, understanding, and explanation; we need to see over-all patterns in our lives. We need hope, the sense of a future; the freedom to get beyond ourselves...in states of mind that allow us to rise above our immediate surroundings and see the beauty and value of the world we live in.
There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate - the genetic and neural fate - of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.
Music evokes emotion and emotion can bring it's memory.
If we have youth, beauty, blessed gifts, strength, if we find fame, fortune, favor, fulfillment, it is easy to be nice, to turn a warm heart to the world.
Very young children love and demand stories, and can understand complex matters presented as stories, when their powers of comprehending general concepts, paradigms, are almost nonexistent.
My own first love was biology. I spent a great part of my adolescence in the Natural History museum in London (and I still go to the Botanic Garden almost every day, and to the Zoo every Monday). The sense of diversity of the wonder of innumerable forms of life has always thrilled me beyond anything else.
I think the brain is a dynamic system in which some parts control or suppress other parts. And if perhaps one has damage in one of the controlling or suppressing areas, then you may have the emergence or eruption of something, whether it is a seizure, a criminal trait - - or even a sudden musical passion.
We have, each of us, a life story, whose continuity, whose sense, is our lives.
Music, uniquely among the arts, is both completely abstract and profoundly emotional.
To be ourselves we must have ourselves " possess, if need be re-possess, our life-stories. We must "recollect" ourselves, recollect the inner drama, the narrative, of ourselves. A man needs such a narrative, a continuous inner narrative, to maintain his identity, his self.
Waking consciousness is dreaming " but dreaming constrained by external reality
I feel a sudden clear focus and perspective. There is no time for anything inessential.
I often feel that life is about to begin, only to realize it is almost over.
I have to live in the richest, deepest, most productive way I can
Music has a bonding power, it's primal social cement
Creativity involves the depth of a mind, and many, many depths of unconsciousness.
Music is part of being human.
Music can lift us out of depression or move us to tears - it is a remedy, a tonic, orange juice for the ear.
The past which is not recoverable in any other way is embedded, as if in amber, in the music, and people can regain a sense of identity..
I am now face to face with dying. But I am not finished with living.
Elements and birthdays have been intertwined for me since boyhood, when I learned about atomic numbers.