Your conscious life is an elaborate after-the-fact rationalization of things you really do for other reasons.

Curiosity illuminates the correct path to anything in life. If you're not curious, that's when your brain is starting to die.

What the neurology tells us is that the self consists of many components, and the notion of one unitary self may well be an illusion.

A culture without mythology is not really a civilisation.

People often ask how I got interested in the brain; my rhetorical answer is: 'How can anyone NOT be interested in it?' Everything you call 'human nature' and consciousness arises from it.

With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, it the greatest mystery of all.

Great art allows you to transcend your mortal frame and to reach for the stars. I think great science does the same thing.

Our ability to perceive the world around us seems so effortless that we tend to take it for granted.

The adage that fact is stranger than fiction seems to be especially true for the workings of the brain.

A genius is somebody who seemingly just reaches out of nowhere.

Remember that politics, colonialism, imperialism and war also originate in the human brain.

I am not as valuable as the books, I AM the books! They are a part of me I cannot delete or cut off or ignore! I AM CURRENCY! - Nevel Walker

Many forgiven me for my missteps. I know, I'm BIG mouthed. Thank you for giving me a second chance. Because of you, I also forgive others...

Beatrice did something to him, reduced him to his basic animal self, but he needed to purge his out of control feelings, not amplify them.

As important as it is to possess the willpower to become successful, it's even more important to have the drive to maintain it after you achieve it.

Teddy Roosevelt is still a hero among environmentalists for his conservationist policies.

I'm sure I could fall in love with a Democrat as easily as a Republican. Some things transcend politics.

I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.

When you are gentled and quieted in your heart, you are incapable of relating to disappointment, incapable of feeling sorry for your self.

Ah, but the servant waits, while the master baits.

Life was a sorrowful throb of this Matter teaching it anguish, Teaching it hope and desire trod out too soon in the mire, Life the frail joy that regrets its briefness, life the long sorrow.