Consciousness, much like our feelings, is based on a representation of the body and how it changes when reacting to certain stimuli. Self-image would be unthinkable without this representation.

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.

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

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.

Often it isn't the mountains ahead that wear you out, it's the little pebble in your shoe.

I have lived in the United States and I know the might of their industrial complex. The United States is a sleeping giant and I am afraid that our attack has awakened it.

From now on - specialize; never again make any concession to the ninety-nine percent of you which is like everyon else at the expense of the one percent which is unique.

When I get to connect with people, I'm not in my head anymore and I like that, that's nice.

A smile across the aisle of a bus in the morning could save a suicide later in the day.

Words performed through music can express what language alone had exhausted

Photo shoots for underage girls are like letting an ant walk around with honey.

Our problem is not to find better values but to be faithful to those we profess.

Something was comforting about strangers—it seemed like they would exist forever as the same, unknowable mass.

Dullness is the first requisite of a good husband.