Most of the time, we think fast. And most of the time we're really expert at what we're doing, and most of the time, what we do is right.

The confidence people have in their beliefs is not a measure of the quality of evidence but of the coherence of the story the mind has managed to construct.

We can be blind to the obvious, and we are also blind to our blindness.

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

Our comforting conviction that the world makes sense rests on a secure foundation: our almost unlimited ability to ignore our ignorance.

This is the essence of intuitive heuristics: when faced with a difficult question, we often answer an easier one instead, usually without noticing the substitution.

The idea that the future is unpredictable is undermined every day by the ease with which the past is explained.

Many ideas happen to us. We have intuition, we have feeling, we have emotion, all of that happens, we don't decide to do it. We don't control it.

By their very nature, heuristic shortcuts will produce biases, and that is true for both humans and artificial intelligence, but the heuristics of AI are not necessarily the human ones.

The illusion that we understand the past fosters overconfidence in our ability to predict the future.

We're generally overconfident in our opinions and our impressions and judgments.

Every morning you begin a new day, and it is the first day of the rest of your life.

I used to want to shoot my age. Now I would just like to shoot my temperature.

You have to keep taking the next necessary stitch, and the next one, and the next. Without stitches, you just have rags. And we are not rags.

You can't have it both ways. You can't have both free will and a benevolent higher power who protects you from yourself.

All of us are born for a reason, but all of us don't discover why.

People found it unusual to leave a job where you're the boss.

If your vulnerability has become hardened, it's very, very difficult to be creative.

God is the ultimate experience of silence, of beauty, of bliss, a state of inner celebration.

When we go to war I will not ask the White Racist next to me what is he Christian or Atheist? I will only expect him or her to kill the enemy as I will.

It is the image of God reflected in you that so enrages hell; it is this at which the demons hurl their mightiest weapons.