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

I have written two medical novels. I have never studied medicine, never seen an operation.

I have anonymously helped many thousands.

I converse with my dog through ESP.

I've always enjoyed poor health.

I will know him by his eyes.

Character, I am sure, lies in the genes.

My literary success meant nothing to me.

One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India.

I was never afraid of anything in the world except the dentist.

Women's Lib? I couldn't stand it.

If there is a God, then he was particularly harsh to me.

The feeble soul merely whines and complains.

I wanted to acquire an education, work extremely hard and never deviate from my goal, to make it.

I have always had a horror and detestation of poverty.

People are scared to death of dying. I am the opposite.

The arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and assistance to foreign hands should be curtailed, lest Rome fall.

I never deviated from my grim determination to someday have all the money I needed and wanted.

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

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

I have thought that I have seen ghosts on many occasions.

I have had four happy days in my life, and three of them turned out to be illusions.

I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it.

Giving a phenomenon a label does not explain it.

The world is a penal institution.

The very idea of carrying my memory into eternity devastated me, and I took refuge in atheism.

I am deeply convinced that happiness does not exist in this world.

I often reread books I have written.

At 8, I made a pact with God.

Money? I lost all taste for it.

I have been constantly betrayed and deceived all my life.

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

I'm not that interested in people.

My childhood was appalling.

Obscurity can be a fire of ambition in those who have stalwart souls.

No woman has ever been an authentic genius of the stature of men, but that does not enrage me.

I am a Westerner of Westerners!

I am the skeptic of skeptics.

Those who claim to have had happy lives seem to be silly fools.

Are we not all desperate one way or another?

Learning should be a joy and full of excitement. It is life's greatest adventure; it is an illustrated excursion into the minds of the noble and the learned.

Tel Aviv appeals to me.

My life has been tragic and disastrous since birth.

My dreams are all follies.

I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul.

If they can't do it in California, it can't be done anywhere.

Even the most malignant gods would not continue to inflict life upon humanity, time without end.

I have been the victim of heartless malice.

The stalwart soul has the will to live and is eager for the race.