For pure joy, I look at a small painting by Arbit Blatas. An ocean liner is at the center of the composition, perhaps ready to depart. It holds the promise of discovery.

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.

I didn't have any ambition to produce big mainstream popcorn movies.

Money is everywhere but so is poetry. What we lack are the poets.

Some of us are returning to sanity, because we're tired of the pain. We're in a hurry. No time to mess around.

According to the doctors, I'm only suffering from a light form of premature baldness.

That’s the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song

Hugh Lynn Cayce, Edgar Cayce's son, is quoted as saying, The best interpretation of a dream is one you apply.

The physical reality is assumed to be the wave function of the whole universe itself.

Changing your attitude from self-centerdness to understanding requires desire and commitment to always try to see things from the other persons point of view.

I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.

They obeyed, as wise men do when a woman puts her foot down . . .