Although sometimes the morbid is also the transcendent, the transcendent cannot be reduced to the morbid.

In August of 2002, I survived a car accident. Although I can still see the van speeding toward us, I cannot bring to mind the crash itself - only its aftermath.

I am convinced that during bouts of insomnia, I have sometimes slept without knowing it.

Most of us accept that although we may believe our dreams to be real events, upon waking, we can tell the difference between nocturnal hallucinations and reality.

My greatest pleasure is spending time with my family: my husband and daughter, but also my mother, my three sisters, and their families.

When I was an impoverished graduate student, I would sometimes spend $20 or $30 on a T-shirt or accessory I didn't need or even particularly want. What I craved was the purchase, not the thing itself. Of course, a sense of not being deprived may fill an emotional void without ruinous consequences.