Although I'm Australian, I find myself much more in sympathy with the Austrian version!

Anyway, there is a lot of really interesting work going on in the neuroscience and psychology of consciousness, and I would love to see philosophers become more closely involved with this.

Consciousness poses the most baffling problems in the science of the mind. There is nothing that we know more intimately than conscious experience, but there is nothing that is harder to explain.

How does the water of the brain turn into the wine of consciousness?

People have managed to avert their eyes and hope for the best.

What does it mean, exactly, for a given system to be a "neural correlate of consciousness"?

Why should physical processing give rise to a rich inner life at all? It seems objectively unreasonable that it should, and yet it does.

Studying consciousness tells us more about how the world is fundamentally strange. I think we have a few revolutions to go yet before we get to the bottom of it.

There's certainly nothing original about the observation that conscious experience poses a hard problem.

A philosopher might find the general work unsophisticated, and scientists are often bemused by esoteric talk of zombies, supervenience, and possible worlds.

My interests started about in science and in mathematics, I always thought I was going to be a mathematician.

Barnby always dismissed the idea of intelligence in a woman as no more than a characteristic to be endured.

Sometimes you just need the comforts of home, the familiarity of your own family bed and only the pampering a mother can do.

We are the custodians of life's meaning.

Do you think that a man is renewed by God's Spirit, when except for a few religious phrases, and a little more outside respectability, he is just the old man, the same character at heart he ever was?

Now there is no place you can go where you don't hear certain types of music.

I am persuaded that the greater part of our complaints arise from want of exercise.

Man is born only as a potential. He can become a thorn for himself and for others, he can also become a flower for himself and for others.

I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor.

To be able to live peaceably with hard and perverse persons, or with the disorderly, or with such as go contrary to us, is a great grace.