Even the most analytical thinkers are predictably irrational; the really smart ones acknowledge and address their irrationalities.

One of the big lessons from behavioral economics is that we make decisions as a function of the environment that we're in.

The idea that you will make the right decision every time is very unlikely.

Your immediate environment is comprised of coffee shops, supermarkets, websites, apps and all kinds of things - none of which have an interest in your long-term or short-term financial well-being.

Giving up on our long-term goals for immediate gratification, my friends, is procrastination.

Companies, however unintentionally, choke the motivation out of their employees.

Honesty is a complex and tricky thing, and we don't want to be honest all the time.

The most difficult thing is to recognize that sometimes we too are blinded by our own incentives. Because we don’t see how our conflicts of interest work on us.

Thinking is difficult and sometimes unpleasant.

Brands communicate in two directions: they help us tell other people something about ourselves, but they also help us form ideas about who we are.

There's something about [cyclically] doing something over and over and over that seems to be particularly demotivating.

A bore or an uggo might manage not to get up anyone's nose, but if a girl's got brains and looks and personality, she's going to piss someone off, somewhere along the way.

God will only push you off a cliff if He's going to give you wings to fly.

Nobody actually ever does this—escaping through a window.

Someday I hope to write a book where the royalties will pay for the copies I give away.

Well, nine times out of ten when you have 2 or 3 stars in a household you have an unfortunate amount of competition that's not necessarily a healthy competition.

Humor is the mask of wisdom.

As the decades go by, a painter's life becomes a life lived with oil paint, a story told in the thicknesses of oil. Any history of painting that does not take that obsession seriously is incomplete.

My mother wanted me to take piano lessons, but I never wanted to, because that is something you have to learn, like you have to learn to type, and to me, that has nothing to do with music.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

Pass no rash condemnation on other peoples words or actions.