Rather than being a luxury, emotions are a very intelligent way of driving an organism toward certain outcomes.

We are not thinking machines that feel; rather, we are feeling machines that think.

More may have been learned about the brain and the mind in the 1990s - the so-called decade of the brain - than during the entire previous history of psychology and neuroscience.

A conscious mind is a mind with a self in it.

There is no such thing as a disembodied mind. The mind is implanted in the brain, and the brain is implanted in the body.

I continue to be fascinated by the fact that feelings are not just the shady side of reason but that they help us to reach decisions as well.

Emotions are enmeshed in the neural networks of reason.

The self is a perpetually recreated neurobiological state.

Consciousness begins when brains acquire the power, the simple power I must add, of telling a story.

The problem that we, as living organisms, face - and not we only, humans, but any living organism faces - is the management of life.

A mind is so closely shaped by the body and destined to serve it that only one mind could possibly arise in it. No body, never mind.

The way to success is long..But beautiful at the same time.

I've been good about keeping my nose to the grindstone.

If I had my life to live over again, I'd live it the same way. Maybe a few changes here or there, but nothing special. The truth is, honey, I've enjoyed my life. I've had a hell of a good time.

Rereading places you at the point where it has to go on, knowing it is as good as you can get it up to there. There is always juice somewhere.

Ytalding is not always pretty or easy. And it doesn't came quick

Try pitching a story of happiness to your editors and their toes are going to curl up.

I was born on May 17, 1979, in Newark, New Jersey.

Oh, of course, I always feel unconfident.

The great secret of morals is Love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own.

At Christmas time we couldn't afford tinsel, so we'd wait till grandpa sneezed.