After a crisis we tell ourselves we understand why it happened and maintain the illusion that the world is understandable. In fact, we should accept the world is incomprehensible much of the time.

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.

Never forget to express your gratitude for the abundance and beauty of your life.

It's not about you.

I understand it, but I don't like it. I wish we could all be together like before: best friends, not heartbroken strangers.

To be loved, is to be immortal.

There ain't no answer. There ain't gonna be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer.

Sometimes one has to say difficult things, but one ought to say them as simply as one knows how.

Love is friendship set on fire. Hate is friendship burned.

The much-lauded parliamentary democracy in India has been unable to protect a genuine democratic set-up in Kashmir.

Being embodied as such is no insurance against feelings of hopelessness or meaningslessness. Beyond his body, he still has to know who he is.

Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning.