Civilization is the art of living in towns of such size the everyone does not know everyone else.

Subjective conscious mind is an analog of what is called the real world. It is built up with a vocabulary or lexical field whose terms are all metaphors or analogs of behavior in the physical world.

Poetry begins as the divine speech of the bicameral mind. Then, as the bicameral mind breaks down, there remain prophets.

Indeed, it is sometimes almost as if the problem had to be forgotten to be solved.

We can only know in the nervous system what we have known in behavior first.

Consciousness is always open to many possibilities because it involves play. It is always an adventure.

The mind is still haunted with its old unconscious ways; it broods on lost authorities; and the yearning, the deep and hollowing yearning for divine volition and service is with us still.

The importance of writing in the breakdown of the bicameral voices is tremendously important. What had to be spoken is now silent and carved upon a stone to be taken in visually.

I shall state my thesis plain. The first poets were gods. Poetry began with the bicameral mind.

There is no such thing as a complete consciousness.

The king dead is a living god.

They shared the chores of living as some couples do --she did most of the work and he appreciated it.

Like any man, he had no real protection from an unsolicited kiss from a pretty woman, even one he had just murdered.

You experience your soul each time you sense yourself as more than a mind and body, your life as meaningful, or you feel that you have gifts to give and you long to give them.

If you clean it up, get analytical, all the subtle joy and emotion you felt in the first place goes flying out the window.

The essence of leadership is being able to see the iceberg before it hits the Titanic.

At the core, our motives are always self-serving, Kate. Altruism is a fog created by sly minds seeking to benefit from the energy and skill of others. Nothing more.

I usually know what kind of song I'm after. I know what I'm trying to do when I start. I don't always get there. But I try to visualize what it's actually going to be.

Unrequited love's a bore.

They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.

If it's not one thing, it's your mother.