Just give the brain the information and it will figure it out.

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.

Everyone has the power to make a difference, to themselves and others, and to our world.

Delay gratification is what will give us patience and long suffering.

One man's folly is another man's wife.

I just take on what I can commit to completely at that point in time, and that way you'll be able to give your best.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

Before you get mugged by reality, take out an insurance policy. It's the Reagan way.

My management team are all women. Most of the people at labels I liaise with are all women. It's pretty much all women all the time.

Science fiction invites the writer to grandly explore alternative worlds and pose questions about meaning and destiny.

Well, if I am not vulgar, neither is my book. I wrote myself. Suggestiveness is always vulgar. But truth never. My book is not even remotely suggestive. I call things by their names. That is all.