Consciousness begins when brains acquire the power, the simple power I must add, of telling a story.

We are not thinking machines that feel; rather, we are feeling machines that think.

More may have been learned about the brain and the mind in the 1990s - the so-called decade of the brain - than during the entire previous history of psychology and neuroscience.

A conscious mind is a mind with a self in it.

There is no such thing as a disembodied mind. The mind is implanted in the brain, and the brain is implanted in the body.

I continue to be fascinated by the fact that feelings are not just the shady side of reason but that they help us to reach decisions as well.

Emotions are enmeshed in the neural networks of reason.

The self is a perpetually recreated neurobiological state.

The problem that we, as living organisms, face - and not we only, humans, but any living organism faces - is the management of life.

Rather than being a luxury, emotions are a very intelligent way of driving an organism toward certain outcomes.

A mind is so closely shaped by the body and destined to serve it that only one mind could possibly arise in it. No body, never mind.

Luck is flow and force. There's no power that can fully take that into account, fate is still wavering.

You are who you are. Deal with it.

Let me smile with the wise, and feed with the rich.

I think part of the appeal of mathematical logic is that the formulas look mysterious - you write backward Es!

he knows too much about himself to subject her to a morning after, when he will be cold, surly, impatient to be alone.

I will say this: one of the things that is a pain when you're expecting children is how much advice unsolicited people give you when you're not asking for it.

Scatter?' Tate said. 'Why? We stay here. Why go anywhere else?' 'Because we'll never know how great this place is until we leave it,' Narnie said.

In one day the Eucharist will make you produce more for the glory of God than a whole lifetime without it.

God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.

When you get up, the night and day is a contradiction. But you get up at 4 a.m. — that first blush of blue is where the night and day are trying to find harmony with each other.