My relatives used to laugh when I talked of being a writer.

In sleep, you are safe from the revolting mechanics of living and being a prey to outrageous fortune.

My dreams are all follies.

I will ge glad to have done with this life forever.

Don't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.

If genetic memory or racial memory persists, is it possible that individual memory also exists from previous lives?