It is only a slight exaggeration to say that happiness is the experience of spending time with people you love and who love you.

The confidence people have in their beliefs is not a measure of the quality of evidence but of the coherence of the story the mind has managed to construct.

We can be blind to the obvious, and we are also blind to our blindness.

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

Our comforting conviction that the world makes sense rests on a secure foundation: our almost unlimited ability to ignore our ignorance.

This is the essence of intuitive heuristics: when faced with a difficult question, we often answer an easier one instead, usually without noticing the substitution.

The idea that the future is unpredictable is undermined every day by the ease with which the past is explained.

Many ideas happen to us. We have intuition, we have feeling, we have emotion, all of that happens, we don't decide to do it. We don't control it.

By their very nature, heuristic shortcuts will produce biases, and that is true for both humans and artificial intelligence, but the heuristics of AI are not necessarily the human ones.

The illusion that we understand the past fosters overconfidence in our ability to predict the future.

We're generally overconfident in our opinions and our impressions and judgments.

Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun.

You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.

The average political poem - especially the kind that wears this label all too proudly - is both dull and full of brow-beating triteness.

A vacation from school should not mean hunger for our children.

You might be a redneck if you prominently display a gift you bought at Graceland.

The truth is, the family is much more creatively nourishing because you're playing on a full keyboard. Whereas when you're single, you're just playing the upbeat jazzy tunes.

Positions are just a social construct that mean nothing to the enlightened man.

I work through life with commas. I don't even know, do you have parentheticals?

A politician plus zero is not equal to zero; it is something minus!

They make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies. [Lat., Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte. Fabro a se stesso e di beata sorte.]