![Oliver Sacks QUOTES](/image/640006.png)
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" I wondered if what one normally calls "normal" was itself a sort of dullness, a deadening of sense and spirit, if not, indeed, a very closure of their doors. For myself, now, liberated, released, emergent from the dark night and abyss, there was an intoxication of light and love and health. "
― Oliver Sacks , A Leg to Stand On
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" I went back into the house and had put on the kettle for another cup of tea when my attention was caught by a spider on the kitchen wall. As I drew nearer to look at it, the spider called out, “Hello!” It did not seem at all strange to me that a spider should say hello (any more than it seemed strange to Alice when the White Rabbit spoke). I said, “Hello, yourself,” and with this we started a conversation, mostly on rather technical matters of analytic philosophy. Perhaps this direction was suggested by the spider’s opening comment: did I think that Bertrand Russell had exploded Frege’s paradox? Or perhaps it was its voice—pointed, incisive, and just like Russell’s voice (which I had heard on the radio, but also—hilariously—as it had been parodied in Beyond the Fringe).9 D "
― Oliver Sacks , Hallucinations
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" Se abrían a sus pies continuamente abismos de amnesia, pero él los salvaba, con ingenio, mediante rápidas fabulaciones y ficciones de todo tipo. Para él no eran ficciones, era como veía de pronto o interpretaba el mundo. El flujo incesante y la incoherencia del mundo no podía tolerarlos, no podía admitirlos ni un instante... substituía aquella cuasicoherencia extraña y delirante, con la que el señor Thomson, con sus invenciones continuas, inconscientes y vertiginosas, improvisaba sin cesar un mundo en torno suyo, un mundo de las Mil y una noches, una fantasmagoría, un sueño de situaciones, imágenes y gentes en perpetuo cambio, en transformaciones y mutaciones continuas, caleidoscópicas. […] Este frenesí puede producir potencialidades de invención y de fantasía sumamente brillantes (un auténtico genio confabulatorio) pues el paciente debe literalmente hacerse a sí mismo (y construir su mundo) a cada instante. Nosotros tenemos, todos y cada uno, una historia biográfica, una narración interna, cuya continuidad, cuyo sentido, es nuestra vida. Podría decirse que cada uno de nosotros edifica y vive una «narración» y que esta narración es nosotros, nuestra identidad. "
― Oliver Sacks , The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales