Indeed, it is sometimes almost as if the problem had to be forgotten to be solved.

Subjective conscious mind is an analog of what is called the real world. It is built up with a vocabulary or lexical field whose terms are all metaphors or analogs of behavior in the physical world.

Poetry begins as the divine speech of the bicameral mind. Then, as the bicameral mind breaks down, there remain prophets.

We can only know in the nervous system what we have known in behavior first.

Consciousness is always open to many possibilities because it involves play. It is always an adventure.

The mind is still haunted with its old unconscious ways; it broods on lost authorities; and the yearning, the deep and hollowing yearning for divine volition and service is with us still.

The importance of writing in the breakdown of the bicameral voices is tremendously important. What had to be spoken is now silent and carved upon a stone to be taken in visually.

I shall state my thesis plain. The first poets were gods. Poetry began with the bicameral mind.

There is no such thing as a complete consciousness.

The king dead is a living god.

Idolatry is still a socially cohesive force - its original function.

Between the world we seeand the things we fear, there are doors. When they are opened, nightmares become reality.

Racism was not a problem on the Discworld, because—what with trolls and dwarfs and so on—speciesism was more interesting. Black and white lived in perfect harmony and ganged up on green.

I’d rather be surround by people who make mistakes and have no problem admitting to them and learning from them than be surrounded by people who think they make none.

If one oversteps the bounds of moderation, the greatest pleasures cease to please.

If atheism spread, it would become a religion as intolerable as the ancient ones.

Join me? Patting the spot beside him, he inclined his head. “Pretty please? I’m lonely all by myself over here.

The best thing that could happen for the president Donald Trump, and the country, is a full and credible investigation.

But superstition, like belief, must die.

We have been given the gift of life in this perplexing world to become who we ultimately are: creatures of boundless love, caring compassion, and wisdom.

It's not in good taste to have talking ghosts in a grown-up novel.