You are part of a complex social network that changes your biology with every interaction, and which your actions can change.

What we find is that our brains have colossal things happening in them all the time.

Every atom in your body is the same quark in different places at the same moment in time.

Instead of reality being passively recorded by the brain, it is actively constructed by it.

As an undergraduate I majored in British and American literature at Rice University.

The first lesson about trusting your senses is: don't. Just because you believe something to be true, just because you know it's true, that doesn't mean it is true.

It turns out your conscious mind - the part you think of as you - is really the smallest part of what’s happening in your brain, and usually the last one in line to find out any information.

There is a looming chasm between what your brain knows and what your mind is capable of accessing.

You are more likely to believe that a statement is true if you have heard it before - whether or not it is actually true.

Love was not specified in the design of your brain; it is merely an endearing algorithm that freeloads on the leftover processing cycles.

We don't really understand most of what's happening in the cosmos. Is there any afterlife? Who knows.

The man who has not suffered - what does he know anyway?

So utterly at variance is Destiny with all the little plans of men.

[Corneille] was inspired by Roman authors and Roman spirit, Racine with delicacy by the polished court of Louis XIV.

It's good to have certain restrictions sometimes, but it's definitely more fun to play really loud, with distortion.

Men resort to talking only when they haven't the power to enforce their convictions upon others.

This relationship is going to be built on trust.

Sometimes we walk away from our big dreams; but then, this time our big dreams don't let us to go away!

All the States and Governments by which men are or ever have been ruled, have been and are either Republics or Princedoms.

The temple of our purest thoughts is silence.

Each soul is potentially divine.