As you know, in most areas of science, there are long periods of beginning before we really make progress.

Truth has many dimensions, and the way you arrive at truth in complex situations is through many perspectives.

Memory is everything. Without it we are nothing.

The brain is a complex biological organ of great computational capability that constructs our sensory experiences, regulates our thoughts and emotions, and control our actions.

I don't think biology is replacing the feeling experienced through art. Biology is capable of giving additional insights. It's a parallel, not a substitutive process.

Life is sort of a circle. You come back to a lot of the interests that you had early in life.

I see psychoanalysis, art and biology ultimately coming together, just like cognitive psychology and neuroscience have merged.

It is this potential for plasticity of the relatively stereotyped units of the nervous system that endows each of us with our individuality.

In art, as in science, reductionism does not trivialize our perception - of color, light, and perspective - but allows us to see each of these components in a new way.

Not only Freud but artists and writers were also interested in the unconscious. It was medicine that made the first steps toward modernity.

One of the wonderful things about Internet is its like a salon. It brings people together from different intellectual walks of life.

Ronald Reagan believes in the free market like some people believe in unicorns.

I became a writer because I love to read, yet I never get to unless I'm reviewing a book or doing research.

To say that a man is made up of certain chemical elements is a satisfactory description only for those who intend to use him as a fertilizer.

One day, you're 11 games, 12 games out, and the next day you're in first!

Keep hustling, something good will happen.

Keep an open mind and be ready to change and adapt to the situation. Don't ask reality to conform to your blueprint, but transform your blueprint to adapt to reality.

Pleasures are transient, honors are immortal.

I’ve learned that by doing things, things get done.

I don't take anything personal. I just have a certain file in my head, so Earthlings must be careful with what they say.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.