Consciousness is the smallest player in the operations of the brain.

What we find is that our brains have colossal things happening in them all the time.

Every atom in your body is the same quark in different places at the same moment in time.

Instead of reality being passively recorded by the brain, it is actively constructed by it.

As an undergraduate I majored in British and American literature at Rice University.

The first lesson about trusting your senses is: don't. Just because you believe something to be true, just because you know it's true, that doesn't mean it is true.

It turns out your conscious mind - the part you think of as you - is really the smallest part of what’s happening in your brain, and usually the last one in line to find out any information.

There is a looming chasm between what your brain knows and what your mind is capable of accessing.

You are more likely to believe that a statement is true if you have heard it before - whether or not it is actually true.

Love was not specified in the design of your brain; it is merely an endearing algorithm that freeloads on the leftover processing cycles.

We don't really understand most of what's happening in the cosmos. Is there any afterlife? Who knows.

Power-lust is a weed that grows only in the vacant lots of an abandoned mind.

You can plan on a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing you mind.

Adversity is a good opportunity for self-realisation.

Never allow the ill-thoughts of people stop you from pursuing your goals and dreams.

And I figured that he can be my ears and I can be his eyes. A good trade-off, don't you think?

Temperance is a mean with regard to pleasures.

"All stories should be completely planned out from beginning to end."

Anything that can be dreamed is true.

People say that I can't speak French. C'est pas vraiment placé. I'm getting better every day. I just have to keep practising. That's the truth.

Faith doesn't make sense. It makes miracles.