Oliver Sacks

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/jul/25/oliver-sacks-who-has-taught-us-so-much-now-teaches-us-the-art-of-dying

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/16/opinion/sunday/oliver-sacks-sabbath.html?smid=fb-share

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/19/opinion/oliver-sacks-on-learning-he-has-terminal-cancer.html


http://www.radiolab.org/story/dr-sacks-looks-back/?utm_source=sharedUrl&utm_medium=metatag&utm_campaign=sharedUrl

http://www.oliversacks.com/

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/16/opinion/sunday/oliver-sacks-sabbath.html

 “ Music can lift us out of depression or move us to tears - it is a remedy, a tonic, orange juice for the ear. But for many of my neurological patients, music is even more - it can provide access, even when no medication can, to movement, to speech, to life. For them, music is not a luxury, but a necessity.”

~ Oliver Wolf Sacks...

 written to his Aunt Lennie as she lay dying: “Thank you, once again, and for the last time, for living — for being 
you.”

http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2015/08/the-oliver-sacks-reading-list/401993/     lots of great quotes from him

"Thank you, once again, and for the last time, for living – for being you."

“We see with the eyes, but we see with the brain as well.”

"The act of writing is an integral part of my mental life; ideas emerge, are shaped, in the act of writing... a special, indispensable form of talking to myself."

The extraordinary survival story of "a creature of muscle, motion and music, all inseparable and in unison with each other."Nowhere did this embodied awareness, nor his luminous soul, come more vibrantly alive than in the remarkable story of how he once saved his own life by song and literature while running from a raging bull in a Norwegian fjord, told in his 1974 memoir A Leg to Stand On (public library) – the story by which I shall always remember him.

“I had no room now for this fear, or for any other fear, because I was filled to the brim with music.”

A touching celebration of the "intense sense of love, death, and transience, inseparably mixed."

Love, Lunacy, and a Life Fully Lived: Oliver Sacks, the Science of Seeing, and the Art of Being Seen

“My Own Life,” The New York Times, 2015

Sacks’s essay about learning of his terminal cancer.

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.
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.